8 Years is Too Much


bored student

I woke up early, dressed in a new outfit, excited for the first day of my last year at school. I drove to school, weaving through traffic with brisk ease as I blasted some classic rock and sipped my coffee. Cars parted for me like I was Moses of the freeway- normally, morning traffic on highway 50 has my blood boiling by the Bradshaw exit, but not today. I got to school early, found a great spot in the parking structure close to the Union.  Today was going to be a good day.

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