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its around finals week that i yearn to be a cat more than usual

is it okay if the topic sentence of my essay describes Paramore as being “an internationally known alternative rock band that has taken the world by storm and is responsible for providing all of our fortunate ears with multiple explosive eargasms”?

I think so
luckily my professor is pretty darn cool

I don’t know if I could call this irony, because I’m still not good at defining exactly what irony is. But I think it’s [insert your own word here because I’m not sure if I can use irony] that a year ago I didn’t want to leave high school and now here I am, a high school drop out and waiting for college to start in the fall. I don’t know how I should feel about this. heh.

THIS came in the mail today! It’s so pretty, right~I admit at first I didn’t want to drop out of high school at all. Despite how much I hated the actual work, I loved it there. I loved being there, and I loved having good grades and spending time with my friends - it was one of my favorite places to be. And I know I sound insane because everyone always has these horror stories about high school, but I didn’t find being there all that bad. And then stuff happened. A lot of stuff. So much stuff that I wasn’t happy there anymore. I couldn’t concentrate on schoolwork. I started failing every test I took. I hated (mostly) everyone around me, and I was just miserable. It even got to the point where I didn’t like going to bed because I knew as soon as I fell asleep I’d have to wake up and go back.And so I decided to leave.The moment I walked out of the school’s doors, I felt like I hated  the world myself. I hated myself for giving in to the pressure and not achieving my goal of being the first person in my family to graduate high school. And while every other student was in their first period class, I was sitting on the swing set in the nearby playground yelling at myself ‘WHY WOULD YOU EVER DO THIS, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU’ because I just have so much self love and self respect obviously…I wasn’t happy there, but there are times when I miss it, and I’m sure there will be times in the future, but it’s okay. Because I’m not that failure that everyone assumed I was going to be. I went and took my GED. I have a score in the 99th percentile (meaning that only 1% of people that took the same test got a higher score than me). I’m going to a college in the fall where I already have friends and professors waiting for me. And now I have this shiny piece of paper. So I think I’m doing okay for a high school drop out.

THIS came in the mail today! It’s so pretty, right~
I admit at first I didn’t want to drop out of high school at all. Despite how much I hated the actual work, I loved it there. I loved being there, and I loved having good grades and spending time with my friends - it was one of my favorite places to be. And I know I sound insane because everyone always has these horror stories about high school, but I didn’t find being there all that bad.
And then stuff happened. A lot of stuff. So much stuff that I wasn’t happy there anymore. I couldn’t concentrate on schoolwork. I started failing every test I took. I hated (mostly) everyone around me, and I was just miserable. It even got to the point where I didn’t like going to bed because I knew as soon as I fell asleep I’d have to wake up and go back.
And so I decided to leave.
The moment I walked out of the school’s doors, I felt like I hated the world myself. I hated myself for giving in to the pressure and not achieving my goal of being the first person in my family to graduate high school. And while every other student was in their first period class, I was sitting on the swing set in the nearby playground yelling at myself ‘WHY WOULD YOU EVER DO THIS, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU’ because I just have so much self love and self respect obviously…
I wasn’t happy there, but there are times when I miss it, and I’m sure there will be times in the future, but it’s okay. Because I’m not that failure that everyone assumed I was going to be. I went and took my GED. I have a score in the 99th percentile (meaning that only 1% of people that took the same test got a higher score than me). I’m going to a college in the fall where I already have friends and professors waiting for me. And now I have this shiny piece of paper. So I think I’m doing okay for a high school drop out.

~~~~~ my victory ~~~~~

Guess who’s going to college with her friends this september? I’m going to college with my friends this september~
I took my GED test on the 10th and the 11th and I just got my results back, and I passed with an above average score in every category!! I’m so happyyyyy :’3 I was a bit worried, but now that I think about it, I had no reason to be. I was the first one finished in the math portion, and when I got out of the room, I smiled at my mom and said  ‘That was fun, I missed doing math.’
I’m sorry I’m a nerd don’t talk to me

I needed at least a 410 in each category and an average of 450 to pass
Language Arts/Reading: 650/800
Language Arts/Writing: 710/800
Mathematics: 730/800
Science: 670/800
Social Studies: 600/800 
Total: 3360 Average: 672

I woke up and I was a bit sad when I realized it’s prom day and I’m not going, BUT JeremyDavisansweredmyquestionandI’mhavngtroublebreathignergcsqtayfdeuw
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omg this is amazing it’s just like wow i look up to them so much and then they acknowledged me for the slightest second and wow this day just got absolutely amazing
and I finally realized where the whole ‘Hayley the narwhal, unicorn of the sea’ thing came from

but yea asdfhjklasdfghjklsdfghjklasdfghjkldfasdfghj THANK YOU JEREMY DAVIS FOR MAKING MY LIFE TOLERABLE TODAY AND THANK YOU HAYLEY FOR ALSO READING THE QUESTIONS AND BEING SO LOVELY AND I KNOW TAYLOR WASN’T THERE DURING THE INTERVIEW, BUT THANK YOU TAYLOR FOR JUST BEING YOUR KIND, AMAZING SELF

All day I’ve been practicing how to whistle Rue’s four-note tune instead of practicing problems for my college placement exam :’)

my sister got accepted and is transferring to the School of the Museum of Fine Arts
and there’s a big rhino outside of the front doors
and i wanna ride it