Two hours....two hours of feeling like I am going to throw up...or like I have been punched in the stomach...two hours of feeling that I am not doing the right thing....two hours of questioning the past year of school. I sat, listened, had fiesty remarks, while I was drilled....drilled about who I am and who I want to be....and I don't want to do
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