So my scholarship and life at the school I'm at is in jeopardy because of this one god-awful class with a senile old man as a teacher. an upperclassman instructed my friend and I to bring our complaints to the dean because he has had many other complaints about the teacher. Especially because this one class has put my entire education into question
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There are always people who high-grade the cashews from bowls of mixed nuts. Not for them the lowl sunflower seeds, still in their husks. Now this is all that remains. Those who did not get the cashews are asking for them. The high-graders who did get them are now demanding the even more expensive Macadamia nuts. The doorbell is ringing,
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I just finished packing my room up and getting everything set for tomorrow. I move into Simpson 429 at Loyola at 11am. I will officially be moving on with my life. Intentionally or unintentionally, I will be leaving a lot behind. Besides breaks and vacations, I really don't think that I will be living in Arlington Heights anymore. I'm done with
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Just had the hardest goodbye of my life so far, replacing when John left for AZ last summer. It's gonna be such a drastic change, I'm sure it won't be that hard but not knowing and just waiting for everything to happen is the hardest
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So summer is winding down. Trying to see everyone before they leave because I leave after them, pretty sure. John leaves on Thursday, that makes me sad. I'm going to miss him lots, but I'll see him and talk to him enough, I hope
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Please don't text me or instant message my phone until the 25th, at least. My cell phone bill is rediculously huge and since I pay for that myself, I'm going to be in the poor house just from this month.
John and I are sitting next to each other on our computers playing with widgets. Because Becker gave John tiger, his computer is almost as cool as mine, but not quite. Everyone left the party we had today. Thanks for coming, I had fun, I hope you did too.
We're sitting on John's back porch. He's playing guitar for the first time since a week or so before the move. It's been a while. At a little cafe-like table, it's the perfect atmosphere, besides the squeaking ceiling fan. I love when he plays
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