Less than a week left until I fly up to college, that end-of-summer panic has kicked in full-fledged, whereby I realize that I don't remember French and can't play the violin and in general have no redeeming qualities to speak of. Towards Gainesville, I get the sort of feeling you have upon waking up after, say, having fallen asleep in the middle
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