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Ahh, college graduation. How quickly you've come. And how grateful I am that you are. Finally, the cesspool of hell that college was comes to an end. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all bad, but.. Yeah, I'm not transferring, although I was encouraged to do so. Two years was enough. Well, three years, if you count the courses I took before enrolling full-time. I just wish we could something on the last day in class. We could all get up, in front of the room, and just..tell everyone who we liked, who we were okay with, and who we hated with utmost intensity. Which may be a tad odd since I only really hate two people. Or, okay, make that three. All girls. Those bitches. If I ever get the chance, before the semester ends, I probably will say something. "Look, Nicole, it's been a fun two years. We've been in at least one classes with one another since the very beginning! And let me just tell you, from that first day of Speech Communication, I fucking hated your guts. I hope you crash and burn, you loud, egotistical fuckhead. Have fun at Temple! Buh-bye." "Rebecca, I have no other way of telling you this - you're a fucking idiot. Thank you for talking behind my back and calling me "Frankenbitch" because of the scars on my arms. Funny how you always asked me for help, although you were talking shit the entire time. I only wish I could be there when you try to find a job in the industry and the person interviewing you realizes you have an IQ of 62. Way to fuck up, blonde bimbo. Lose some weight, your tits are looking a bit saggy and you're gonna need those when you start stripping to earn money. K, thanks, bye!" "Ahh, Colleen. I thought you were a friend of mine until I heard that you talked shit about me to my boyfriend at the time. THANK YOU so much for telling him that you thought I was likely to cheat on him and frequently checking Myspace so you could report anything suspicious, such as when a good friend of mine made a job about me rubbing his shoulders. Boy, oh boy, you don't know how much S had a trust issue and how I had to reassure him for days that there was nothing going on. Aww, and it was really sweet how you'd smile and talk to me just the same, as if nothing ever happened, you two-faced whore. I hate you so very much. Have a good time being the total skank you are!" Ahhh..what good times. I fucking hate you, college.
Reliving the past ::: Eyes to the future!
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