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Conversation A brilliant thought I had last night: why not quit school after this quarter? I hate it and it sucks. Mr. Pooh says: "Just stick it out. You can do it. Then you will be rewarded." Me: "With what?" Mr. Pooh: "You will get an M.A." Me: "Yeah, so what?" Mr. Pooh: "Uhhh." Me: "School makes me miserable." My mind: "It only makes you miserable when you have something to do. Usually you're procrastinating and are not miserable. You're exaggerating again, silly person." Me: "Shut up. I am too miserable. I am." Mr. Pooh: "Okay." I've already composed part of an email message that I'm going to send to my fellow students when I quit. It goes something like this: "Dear friends and lovers, [... blah blah blah, I'm leaving, blah blah blah ...] So in the immortal words of Will Ferrell, fuck this I'm leaving!" I have to admit, though, that part of the reason I want to quit is so I can send that email. But I mainly want to quit because I hate it.
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