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i just had a weird flashback. eight grade graduation - we're all waiting outside the doors of st.john's to file in. a girl in my class (i can't even remember who) backs into me and steps on my freaking foot with her stiletto. i started tearing up because it HURT, and about 30 seconds later was walking down the aisle looking all emotional about graduating 8th grade. i wasn't sad at all! - the only emotion i was feeling during that ceremony was infinite joy at finally leaving that pit. word. hokay, so now i'm done.