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I was dreaming that UF kicked me out and made me go back to high school in my senior year, except it wasn't my highschool, Mel-Hi, it was Durant High School in North Carolina where I went to Durant Elementary, an experimental year round program. Well the admissions dean to Durant was my current office depot boss. Needless to say, he's a dickhead and I hate him. And the selected teacher was a student teacher from UNC-Chapel Hill... a boy with gorgeous blue eyes who I thought was the love of my life in the fifth grade.
Then my cell phone rings, waking me out of my dream. It's Sally. I'm 17 minutes late to work. I am 17 minutes late, in a dead sleep coma, unshowered, and in pajamas.
Great way to start the day.
SHIT!
Then my cell phone rings, waking me out of my dream. It's Sally. I'm 17 minutes late to work. I am 17 minutes late, in a dead sleep coma, unshowered, and in pajamas.
Great way to start the day.
SHIT!