AP Euro

---The very definition of Hell. You will go insane by the end of the year after reading boring walls of text and memorizing what happened in some random ass date like 1666, June 6. ---If you look in the index of an Ap Euro textbook for the word “war”, it will go on for 10 pages. You will have to know insignificant facts such as what the fuck is some-nonvital-guy-who-does-something-like-mop-the-Cistine-Chapel-floor’s hair color and have the shitty realization that some-important-guy-who changed-the-very-history-of-Europe won’t even be on the test anywhere. You will be forced to know the difference between Prince Edward Cuntlicker of Twattington XIXXVI; of the 2nd branch of the Fuckmylife family and Edwerd Nopeshit of Nopesville XXIXIV; of the 5th branch of the Putmeoutofmymisery dynasty. ---AP Euro will suck your fun and free time into its endless void of despair and frustration. You will have a mental breakdown before AND after every test, and cry when you look at the first question because you know you’re screwed for the rest. ---Your very nightmares will be filled with AP Euro. You will develop a phobia of AP Euro. You will feel the urge to burn all your homework and notes after graduating the class (if you even can): laughing maniacally into the sunset with the satisfaction of never seeing it again in your life…only to curl into a fetal position and crap yourself when you find out about AP US history. But hey, Harvard’s worth it….right?