When I got to sixth grade, he gave me a rude awakening to show me that just because I could surpass the rest of my class without breaking a sweat in elementary school didn't mean that would fly forever.
Envy envy envy.
I agree a lot with this post, although I suppose in my case, "Woe is me, shirts that fit my great rack are hard to find!" is more apt. This line especially: It's the part of me that still insists that things will work out okay because I am me - made worse by the fact that so far, that's yet to really be proven wrong. Life will immediately suck the day that's not true anymore.
This is one of those times where I marvel at our ability to think along the same lines, no matter where we are... Specifically though, I wasn't coming to any revelation so much as I was thinking about one I'd had some time ago, and what affect my extended convalescence will have on me when I try to in back to school...
I hate character limitsplutoinloveMay 23 2010, 09:33:44 UTC
... I'll skip to my point. When I experienced this, I was a sophomore and winning state-wide awards for work completed in the 15 minutes after lunch, the period before the project was due. This is a story that needs more than 339 characters. You know a little about it. Mrs. Janoff saved me from myself; Ma's and her memory keep me.
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Envy envy envy.
I agree a lot with this post, although I suppose in my case, "Woe is me, shirts that fit my great rack are hard to find!" is more apt. This line especially: It's the part of me that still insists that things will work out okay because I am me - made worse by the fact that so far, that's yet to really be proven wrong. Life will immediately suck the day that's not true anymore.
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Wow, that sounds really arrogant, doesn't it? Whatever!
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