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hmm, alright. so its almost 5am. i have class in four hours. my paper has been half-way done now since thursday when i started it. one of my roommates said i was an underachiever. yet i'm a perfectionist. which is my trouble with this damn philosophy paper. i am in no way motivated to write it, yet i want it to be perfect. and so since i
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My junior year of High School, I made this hideous piece-of-shit bracelet that was made out of copper. I hated it so much, but apparently, my teacher saw potential in it, & entered it in this scholastic contest. Who would've ever thought that, that same ugly thing, that took me a day to make won a gold key. (Ironically, half the judges were my Dad's friends, but they didn't know it was my piece until after the awards.) & ever since I won that gold key, it inspired me to study Jewerly & Metals as a major. Now, when I make something that I absolutely adore, my teacher hates it, & when I make something terrible, my teacher loves it.
I hate how the world works sometimes.
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