I tried being a refuser for a while. I couldn’t carry it off. Obviously my parents were nagging me about falling behind, “cutting my nose off” or something. They were worried I’d never pass on my own. No, the real reason is the Refusers were all much cooler than me and they let me know. Middle class trendies that would get on anyway. They didn’t need help. So I’ve had to relent and get one. The problem of course is that mine is so lame. I mean every time it says something in class… that voice is so last year.