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Most of the things of value that we think we own, outlast them. In fact, we're not owning them, we're merely borrowing them for the duration of our lives.
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alright... today I messed up pretty bad. I had a test, and first of all I didn't realize I was supposed to bring my own statute for it (I didn't, half the questions were from the statute, I messed up most of them). The second part of the test was made up of two short essays. I finished the first part early (since I couldn't answer half the questions...) and I thought I would make it up in the second part. So I started the essays and I wrote, and wrote, and wrote. Then I wrote some more. And I'm a really fast typist. After I finished, I checked my watch and I had a few more minutes left, so I decided to drop a few more lines here and there. I probably wrote about...um... 6 to 7 pages in total. When I went out of the classroom, my colleagues were complaining about having to really edit their essays so they would fit the 64-word limit. That's right. We had a 64-words limit, per essay, and I didn't notice it. I must have written at least ten times as much, probably more. So I figure I messed up my gpa, plus I'm kinda embarrassed because she's gonna think that that student who didn't pay attention to the word limit is a real moron... I'm a bit tired - today I've had three large coffees and half a hamburger (I'm on a really healthy diet, huh!). Just summing up and moving ahead. One more week and I'm done.
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