It was finals week and here I was a freshman in collage spending everydamn minute I had at the campus library. I hated Biology and my gradesshowed it. I should have been out partying with the rest of the dorm,getting drunk, getting laid by some senior physical ed major. But no, Iwas behind a book at a table on the third floor staring endlessly atresearch notes as all hope of me passing this class was about to catch abus to nowhere. There was a loud noise as some jock who tipped over abook...
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