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Friday was really a strange day. One minute, I'm having a snowball fight with my philosophy class on Papazian's roof. The next, somehow, it's three in the morning, and I'm keeping the driver awake as we head through Virginia on an empty highway, with Carry On My Wayward Son playing, on our way to a protest in Georgia
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a) I've got class through Wednesday and a lot of work due.
b) My parents are rather unaware that I was in Georgia, haha. 8)
But, yes, the idea did come to mind... if I'd been arreested, I'd have to stay in Georgia, too.
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