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I want to kill myself because I feel I can't do anything right. I've fallen and I've lost the person I loved.
For once I really hope I don't hookup with this date on the first round because I haven't bathed in a week.
Don't confuse 'worrying what other people think' with 'worrying how other people feel.'
So basically I'm pretty damn racist. But I never tell anyone that I am or ever bring it up. No one ever knows or finds out. I never bring it up because I know it's bad. But I'm still racist on the inside and don't want to give up my beleifs. I was raised on them and what I was raised on is my comfort zone. I feel like if I could ever really get close to someone they would pretty much have to know I'm racist. But I'm not giving up the racism. Not an option. I know it's bad. But I just don't care what's bad or not.
For my fellow' geniuses navigating the trivial circumstances in academia: "Look administration, you know I'm fucking smart, and I know I'm fucking smart. I'd make a great academic. So just give my god damn degree and let us be on with it."
I can read just fine but I have trouble with things like music notes and numbers. They move on me or I can't tell how many of one number are there like if I looked at 00000. I've tried to research it but came up empty handed. Anyone have ideas about it?
Goodbye, Hamline campus. You will be missed greatly. I have never considered a place to be hallowed ground, but Hamline transformed me from a burnout into a lawyer. I will miss walking by Drew Hall and Old Main on the way to class and seeing the now nameless undergraduate students. I will miss seeing who has painted the eagles recently. I will miss these things and so much more....
I hope that the college of liberal arts will get to utilize the law school building. It needs the classroom space.
HUSL student/HU alum