In other news, the school that just graduated me sent me a piece of paper in the mail marked "Transcript." My hands shook as I opened the envelope. I fucked it up and had to cut the damned thing open with scissors.
Nope.


I passed. Yaaaaaaay!
I should probably get that fixed
In other news, the school that just graduated me sent me a piece of paper in the mail marked "Transcript." My hands shook as I opened the envelope. I fucked it up and had to cut the damned thing open with scissors.
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