MILK DAY
It's the end of MLK Day. I thought I'd share a story about myself from back in high school around senior year when my brain went on coast for a solid 6-months and my mouth started uttering things that one would consider "downright stupid."
My friends and I were at my friend's house on MLK Day sitting around doing what high school kids do in a town named after a sugar processing plant - nothing. I glance over at the paper and see the headline proclaiming the holiday for which countless Americans give thanks to a man who gave a little speech about a dream he had and say without a hint of sarcasm to my friends, "Hey guys, check it out...MILK DAY!"
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That pretty much sums up the latter half of my senior year of high school.
My friends and I were at my friend's house on MLK Day sitting around doing what high school kids do in a town named after a sugar processing plant - nothing. I glance over at the paper and see the headline proclaiming the holiday for which countless Americans give thanks to a man who gave a little speech about a dream he had and say without a hint of sarcasm to my friends, "Hey guys, check it out...MILK DAY!"
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That pretty much sums up the latter half of my senior year of high school.