reflecting back on orientation, which was a gargantuan melting pot of amorous roomates, meandering walkways, rollercoaster hills, and delectable eateries, i realized how differently i really looked, and how differently i was treated. all in all, i believe it was just a problem of gradual and spontaneous conditioning with accepting change
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That reminds me of this one quote.
It goes something like, "I hate to write, but I love to have written."
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