There it is -- the purple paper on the wall with his name on it. Date...time...it's set. Proudly. Why did I have to be the one to fail? I sit down in my seat and open my bag to get my book out...and there's mine. Blue paper with my name misspelled on it. Crumpled up, ripped off from the wall, with the date and time already passed. I didn't go
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It's a long story. BUT I feel much better right now anyway after acing my finals so I will just forget all about it and eat that shrimp platter I've got waiting for me at home :) Just like you said, bounce back.
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