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every year I just wait for me to become myself again

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I think I'm the college fairy

So last fall when I was a senior in high school, I was making small talk with some guy in my AP chem class about college applications. He told me that he had applied to MIT to which I responded with "I'm sure you'll get in" I thought nothing of this interaction and went on with my life. Fast forward to December and go figure, he gets into MIT. Ok, he was smart, moving on. A couple of months go by and it's now the spring of my senior year, I'm talking about college with my junior friends and one says "I really want to go to BU" to which I respond with "You'll get in"…last week he got into BU. (also let me quickly note here that my high school hardly ever admitted people to MIT and BU, these two students had broken 5-10 year-long streaks of our school having no admits to these colleges). Then, over the summer I was at work and chatting with one of my coworkers who was a rising senior, she told me that her dream school is Stanford, I responded with (as per usual) "You'll definitely get in"…two days ago she got into Stanford. And finally right before I left for college I ran into one of my friends (who was a rising senior) at a cafe. We chatted it up for a little and she expressed to me that she was interested in my college however, her top choice was Tufts I responded with "Tufts will definitely let you in"…YESTERDAY SHE GOT INTO TUFTS. Now, looking back, I realize that almost every time I've told someone that they're going to get into their dream school, they get into their dream school (with the one exception being one of my friends and Harvard…she ended up at Yale)

so in conclusion, I am the college fairy. tell me your dream school and I will tell you that you're going to get in.

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‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; ‘They called me the hyacinth girl.’ —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

T.S Eliot, The Waste Land

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"Forgive me, for all the things I did, but mostly for the ones I did not."

Donna Tartt, The Secret History

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thinking about this when time when I was tasked with writing an emulation of "the waste land" by t.s eliot in ap lang and ended up writing yuri on ice fan fiction instead

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snoopy after reading white nights by dostoevsky

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— December 5, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

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sources? a little birdie, et al. (2024)

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I lied I don’t like sex. Put your clothes back on. Let’s discuss Dostoevsky.

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still floored at how in his famous essay on brothers karamazov, freud decides to diagnose dostoevsky with bisexuality out of nowhere and follows it with "teehee, sorry"

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I identify as a degenerate orbital

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‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; ‘They called me the hyacinth girl.’ —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

T.S Eliot, The Waste Land

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Marcin Ryczek, A Man Feeding Swans in the Snow