My life is like an orange: there are lots of little segments, and some have seeds while others don't. You eat the whole orange. You read about my whole life, the good and the bad, with the dynamic city as a backdrop.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Averages
In the end, the result of your high school experience comes down to the cold calculation of which way the wind is blowing via compass points; e.g. there are only 13 averages. Unlucky thirteen. You can get up to an A+, but only if you only stay above 97. You can get down to an F, but... I don't want to think about that. No matter how many friends you have, no matter your reviews in the school paper, no matter anything else that floats around in the ether there are thirteen distinct planets, from biggest to smallest, and if you run out of water on the farthest one from the sun, sucks for you I guess. You know what I need? A space shuttle, stat.
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