BURN YOUR BOOKS AND BURN YOUR BRIDGES

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Whelp. I've finally made it. The last day of ninth grade. I have just turned in my last Exam, which was a moderately simple science test. The weather is nice; it's the first time I've seen the sun in a few days. I have been truly humbled by the experience that is Freshman Year. 

PSYCHE!

HOLY GUAC ITS THE LAST DAY OF SCHUL. OH GOLLY GEE YEEEEEES. MY PALS HAVE ALL GATHERED THEIR TEXTBOOKS FOR A GIANT END OF YEAR BONFIRE. ITS GONNA BE SORTA LIT. 

WHOOOOOOO I AM SO PUMPED. LETS GO CLIMB A MOUNTAIN! LETS GO SWIM WITH SHARKS! LETS GO SKYDIVING!

nah but 5 real this has been the quickest year of my life wth where did the time go I'm getting older and the inevitability of responsibility is weighing in on me now that I'm only three years away from college I need to be taking myself seriously and starting to think about what I want to do... oh dear...

NOPE. NOT THHINKING ABOUT THE FUTURE TODAY.

LETS INJECT ADRENALINE INTO OUR VEINS! STRAP ON YOUR LEATHER JACKETS, FOLKS, WE'RE GONNA BUY ENOUGH MOTORCYCLES TO START A GANG! SLATHER THAT GREASE PAINT UNDER YOUR EYES AND SHARPEN YOUR EYELINER PENCIL, BC SUMMER IS HERE AND WE'RE BURNING ALL THE BOOKS. AND THE BRIDGES. You know what just burn everything. Books. Bridges. Your ex's house. EVERYTHING YOU LOVE THEN BURN THE -

- ASHES. 

I always thought it sounded like he said 'asses' but that could just be me. 

ITS GONNA BE A LIT AS SCHIST SUMMER.

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