I couldn’t give a crap about school right then. And yet, that’s exactly where I was. Just a few minutes later. Sitting there, readied for another marathon session of relentless note taking. This was my MWF 3 O’clock U.S. History class. My second go around with this class. I had taken it before, in the fall, but missed one too many classes and messed up one too many tests. I was doing better this time around, but this particular day would not be a good example of that.
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