Michael was shouting. For the nth time, he kept going on and on about how Juliana and I could just block the administration like they were a bunch of spam callers.
And for the nth time, I couldn't make it any clearer to him, "Because they are a bunch of spam callers. Every single ping from the Academic Board is just a reminder of new tuition formatting, threats for missing classes, warnings about rule violations, repeated disciplinary hearings, mandatory orientation seminars, and so on and so on."
That devolved into another argument that must have lasted hours. Hours.
So when the rest of us said we wouldn't be attending the commemoration, Michael blanched and started pulling at his hair in obvious anxiety.
