I got what I wanted from my post high school education. Instead of going to class I hung out with girls and partied. I taught myself from peers and faculty and first hand experience. I made it back home safe and my family are well.

 I did actually learn a lot at VCU. Yes I dropped out but I listened to ergo warnings or conspirators.  I was around fashion students skaters and of course smokers. The artschool was a fun community to reside with.

I got accepted and spent my whole stay there aside from some train rides home. I set out to write a book and did. What I was getting at was I did what I wanted and gained experience points that way. I liked doing things I enjoyed like lounging with coeds.

The things I studied I still use to this day. I am a home owner and a little bit of a foodie. I embraced the freshman and sophmore lifestyle all the way. Additionally I stayed in contact with my family and kept my word with everyone.

I wanted to have fun and did. I want to be happy and in reality and now there's college media to reference like Scrooge or Waiting for Godot. I taught myself. I took it to the limit and have many accolades since then.



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