I have always been a relatively dutiful university student. I managed to make it into a Ph.D. programme without doing anything *too* terrible. But the Unbelievably Awful Archives Class (tm) has caused me to crack. I and another desperate graduate colleague have taken to doing shots before Wednesday's class at the downstairs restaurant's happy hour, which fortuitously has a full bar. If it's particularly dire we'll have another drink in the coffee break. Vague mental and physical numbness is the only thing which can make this crap bearable. Am I evil and scummy?