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Dear friend of mine:
You are a boy, and boys tend to be silly. Thus, the rational conclusion is that you are silly. What do I have to do to make you forget your fear and just jump in like you're jumping off the ten meter?
You can't fear the future, and I am damned awesome. I won't take you away from your friends and we won't get a behind-closed-doors hit.
I promise it'll be worth it.
Sincerely,
Frustrated girl who's smitten with you
(Prog (aka progress time, the halfway point in the semester) is looking fabulous. Anywhere from a 3.5-3.8. There's a good chance this'll make me a good candidate for the French Air Force Academy exchange program. And boost my class ranking, helping my chances at a Public Affairs slot. I am Juror 8 in "12 Angry Men," which, f you've seen the movie, is Henry Fonda's role. And to clear up the confusion about aforementioned boy, he does actually like me, he's just really scared to take the leap. All in all, life's awesome.)