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Heres a rundown, now that i've gotten my shit together along with pressed apparels,soiled kicks and what appears to be a paltry endeavor of uhh fixing a (half) decent ponytail, all is well. School? Same ol' same ol' Prolonged heat, annual flat i-cant-be-bothered- prattles on the significance of my senior year. Translation : Dont screw up your education unless you plan on feeding 3 tiny mouths with sand in 10 years time. Emphasize on sand. A pretty obsolete move i should say but kudos though, my pupils dilated after picking up "sand". Ha. Make a mental illustration of : A maladroit slouching, teen standing amongst,a bevy of un(familiar) faces maintaining composure (and posture). I'll make do.