when I was rushing to my connecting flight in Miami, I had almost made it running through security when a guard stopped me. "You're from Tufts?" he said, looking at my sweatshirt. "Yes," I said, trying to keep walking. "Well...you don't look so tough!" he finished. I wanted to punch him in the face. Those were five seconds of my life I would
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