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Colleges want to know why I’m special.
They want to know why they should accept me. They want to know what great thing I’d be able to contribute to their community. They want to know why I am great.
Well you know what, college?
I’m not great.
I’m weird.
I’m impatient.
I hate wearing shoes.
I love communism/socialism.
I want to be a whale.
My hair is frizzy.
I don’t like shaving my legs.
I’d rather not wear a bra.
I can very easily make an extremely deformed face.
I scream.
I argue.
I can spontaneously get in a bad mood.
I can spontaneously get out of a bad mood.
I cry all the time.
I don’t like to put away my clothes.
My room is a mess AND I DON’T CARE.
I would sleep in my dark, dark room if I had a free afternoon.
I don’t have a favorite keepsake— I don’t have a keepsake at all.
I haven’t read a book I wanted to read in months.
I don’t like studying, and I avoid it as much as I possibly can.
I secretly love gossip magazines.
And I hate celery.
Is that what you want to know?
I’m not perfect. I’m not great.
I’m just me… And you don’t know me.
So how will that ever be enough?
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esta es amandita !! bah, es aún mejor.
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