What do you assign to Mordor?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Imagine, if you will, sheer excitement coursing through your veins. You have your dance class... a new and interesting hobby that you have already fallen in love with. You know that you are going to finish 1 1/2 hours of hard exercise dripping with sweat, aching horribly, slightly dehydrated, and dying for need of food. But it's okay, because you will have danced. You know that you can go take a half hour long shower to soothe your aching muscles, and you know that you'll be able to wash your hair and self and come out of it all feeling better than ever.

Now imagine that you find out that you have a mandatory meeting about honors scholarships five minutes after your class ends, when you will still be sweaty, achy, hungry, and dressed in your dance clothes and that they will be photographing you for your home town newspapers and to send the pictures to those providing the money.

Might I be allowed to send that hilarious bit of life to Mordor? That awaits me tomorrow...