I thought I was sick of “Call Me Maybe” cards until I saw this.
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It’s the final countdown.
It’s t minus one day for graduation. Less than 24 hours until I’m officially a high school graduate. I’m technically a college student now I think, but then again I never sent in a deposit so who knows what kind of purgatory I’m floating around in until August 1.
This was one of those weeks where they string out goodbyes. Prom, my last class Mass, practice, farewell luncheon, graduation. 4 days of ways to say goodbye. 4 days to fuck everything up. 4 days to find your way again and 4 days to lose it. I kind of did all of the above. Shit went down. I got mad. I got defensive. They got defensive. I apologized. It was awkward. The air is clear. I made my peace with those I hadn’t been peaceful with. I’ve said my goodbyes. I cried out my river of tears. I’m ready to make nice, say goodbye, and walk into the next step. Sounds good.
It’s been real, Loyola. It’s been real.
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not exactly ‘political’ but in the news a lot .. the story of Facebook’s $100 billion flotation on the stock market and how it’s share value fell dramatically within days. Still, whats a billion dollars here or there if you’re Mark Zuckerberg ?
