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03 November 2007
I've discovered that the longer I wait to write this stupid essay, or fill out these countless forms, or ask various teachers to write me letters of recommendation, the more hopeless this whole process seems. I hate high school so much I can hardly stand it, but I'm beginning to worry that these might be my glory days. If the actual college experience is anything like the application process itself, there's no way this is going to be any better.
♥ yours truly. ;
"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five