there wasn't actually a quiz in the morning


My dad came into my room the other day talking about nonsense and then started talking about xanadu, which is a poem.

dad: it’s like xanadu!

me: dad i don’t know what that is

dad: it’s a poem! aren’t you an english major?

me: i am, but i’ve never heard of that poem.

(at this point my dad started to leave my room)

me: dad can you shut my door?

dad: only xanadu can shut your door.

10 minutes later my dad returned with a printed out copy of the poem, xanadu.

dad: there will be a quiz in the morning.