The best time I had in college was the time my roommate Griff + I road-tripped to San Francisco right before exam week. There was a baseball game he wanted to see, so we drove like hell all night + morning to get there, saw the game, turned right around + drove like hell all night. Got back just in time for Monday morning exams. It felt so good to say, no, we're not going to study, we're going to do this ridiculous, pointless trip instead. And we aced our exams anyway. So we acted like that was proof that we were total academic bad-asses.
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Sunday, May 25, 2014
S. - Ship of Theseus - Pg 195
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