So far my summer has involved pestering a prof to wave an add code extensively through email, lots of work, and zero photography. There’s something wrong with this picture, but I can’t put my finger on it.

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There’s a reason why I quit being a political science major: you don’t learn much. And the things you do learn haunt you, forever.
See, what I learned from all the essays and readings is that, for some reason, every side is arguable.
You probably don’t believe me, but it’s true. Think about it, though. If you […]

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You never know what you’ll become or do in the future. They say it when you’re growing up, just an average ten-year-old, eating potato salad at Aunt Sue’s picnic for the Fourth of July.
And you laugh. You don’t believe them. You know everything.
Oh, ten-year-old self, I wish I could see your reaction to my life […]

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