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FINALS WEEK
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FINALS WEEK
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Can’t sleep. Spent 3 hours thinking about holiday plans and watching bones in my bed. I could hear kelly and leah roll around beneath me.
Can you believe that our first semester of COLLEGE is over? Holy cow… How did I even get here? A year ago I was applying to NYU, completely giving up on one of the essays, with you trying to help me by my side. And a year ago, we were all strutting down the halls as superior seniors and I miss that so much just walking down the hallway and saying hi to literally everyone.
I miss being loud and rowdy in the morning, screaming good morning to teachers. Ugh, the wrap line that only lasted 10 minutes instead of 25 minutes all the way here.
But most of all, key club. i mean come on. now i have like no responsibility, nothing to look forward to in the week except to see allen.
i cant wait for tuesday to be over, then i can go home.
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Hello, my name is Eloise and I am six. I live in the plaza hotel and I have a nanny whose name is nanny, a dog with a scrunched up face, and a turtle named skiperdee.
<3 my childhood.
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We met at the beginning of junior year, during our first period frees, when I’d run to Leah to look at her apush homework, and you would be sitting there, causing a ruckus as usual. Who knows who introduced him or herself first, all that matters is that you never failed to continue to say hello, to call me short, and to pat my head like I was a little bud.
During the summer, we went to the beach and, sorry to bring up an ex, but you were with her, and you seemed happy, and you tried to protect me form a creepy drunk on the bus. And you kept trying to figure out who I liked, who I had a thing for, and why things ended with people. You never failed to get personal, to remember what not only I told you, but what your many friends talked to you about.
You always had your stupid blue duffle bag that took up too much of our 5th period lunch table and your sweats were getting a little bit old and dingy, but you spiffied up real nice for prom. I’m sorry I never got a picture with you that night, but I am proud to have taken pictures of you, to capture your moments of happiness with friends, brothers, and sisters. Senior year would not have been complete without you there to get chinese food every single freaking day, to offer french fries and broccoli, to throw green tea kit kats that were so expensive. Though you were too rambunctious at times, you really did have an amazing heart.
You cared for everyone and made anyone feel welcome. Thanks for keeping me company when I was waiting for allen, for giving me lab food that you didnt want anymore, for eating the rest of my food when I was too full. You were always eager to play volleyball with me when no one else would and you’d give up your seat for a girl and instead lean your elbow on my head.
You didn’t deserve any of that crappy frat crap that you went through. No one deserves to go through it. and it sucks knowing that everything that happened to you was deliberate. It could have been stopped, you could have been saved, and accepted somewhere else without having to pledge or be hazed. You are loved but you just didnt know it. I hope you can feel it now, all of us, mourning over your passing.
I admit I was not the closest person to you, and I feel so sorry for those who are blessed enough to call you his or her best friend, but I am allowed to say that I won’t forget our lunch periods, my visits to the FPC “lounge” that you made super stinky, and our train rides home with everyone. I wish you went to homecoming, I really do. I wish I got to talk to you one last time, in person, instead of over facebook and oovoo. Thanks for helping me find Maximillian, for finding me funny, for keeping me company.
I can’t write enough, I feel like I’m missing things. I could only imagine how your best friends are feeling. You will truly be missed; you left this earth too too soon. None of us can believe you’re gone and we’ll never forget you.
Rest in peace, Mike Deng.
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thedoctorsconsultingfirebender:
Thank you
a teacher at my school has these posted on the side of her desk
I gave these to my teacher and she stuck them up all over the school.
These are wonderful
amenamenamen. USE ANOTHER WORD. simple as that.
What I learn from Sociology:
1. Richest 20% of families own 85% of country’s entire wealth.
2. Top 5% of the families own 62% of all private property.
3. The ten richest citizens have a combined net worth of more than $291 billion, equivalent to the total property of 2.4 million average families.
4. The richest 20% of families receive 47.8% of all income while the poorest 20% receive only 3.8%
5. The median wealth for minority families, including African Americans, Hispanics, and Asian Americans, is $27,800, just 16% of the $107,400 median income for non-Hispanic white families.
6. The most segregated city in the U.S. is New York City, because of areas like the South Bronx. Out of the 11,000 students in the public school system in the South Bronx, only 23 students are white, .002%.
7. The most underfunded and most rundown schools are named after some of the most influential leaders and icons of all time, Rosa Parks, and Martin Luther King Jr.