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Hmmm, 17.
Junior in high school, slouched in the front of the class desperatly trying to stay awake so that my fool of a teacher at least thinks that he's imparting some information. Hoping to avoid the jocks who enjoy slapping me around becuase I'm pugnacious enough to fight back, yet always loose because they never make me angry enough. They learned well that first time. Looking forward to playing Dungeons and Dragons on the weekend with a bunch of pot-heads who have managed to burn away all ambition from their brains. And, if I'm really lucky, I get to hang out with a girl with borderline personality disorder that I'm in a love triangle with. Except I'm not the one fucking her. Or anybody, for that matter.
The two bright points are my parents, who love each other and me. They give me great advice, but I don't listen. I have two awesome friends, who watch over me and stop me from doing anything "leap-off-the-cliff" stupid.
Ecch. I hated high school, and 90% of everything tied to it. May they rot in whatever self-imposed hell they've made for themselves.
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