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| I can't stand those stories they make us read on the PSSAs, and the SATs, and all those other tests. | |
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| Because they always make me feel bad about myself. They're like, "Look, this baby found a cure for a disease", "this girl's the world kickboxing champion and she's only 9!"... | |
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| "This 6 year old saved a busload of dyslexics from a burning busload of nuns." or "little Jimmy Taylor never gave up and now he has his own oil company!" | |
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| and then I just think to myself, "Wow, I'm 17 and I haven't done shit!" | |
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