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Study
Nov. 15th, 2005 | 01:00 am
ARBEIT MACHT FREI
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Work
Nov. 15th, 2005 | 10:44 am
My roommate peeks at girls outside my window behind the shades. You should all be careful.
At 1800, I finished eating dinner and got to my door. Much to my amazement, it was locked. I assumed Goodwin was at EMT training and had to go outside and jump through my window outside to get into my room. And there was my roommate, passed out in his fucking rack.
I write a lot of motivational things on my board, some that would offend my roommate. He'd always be rubbing it off the board every time he left the room and came back. This time I wrote a message in blue permanent marker: "Work sets you free". I did so because I believe in it, that hard work will one day yield the ultimate freedom to do what I want to do in my life. And so when I came back to my room, there were visible attempts of rubbing over the message. He obviously tried to get rid of it, yet it remained.
Tomorrow will be a test of my life. I'm fucking wired after 2 cups of coffee at dinner. Three exams to prepare for. I'm going to a 1900 math review in fifteen minutes. My roommate's still passed out. I'm going to leave the room in style, with a loud slam.
At 1800, I finished eating dinner and got to my door. Much to my amazement, it was locked. I assumed Goodwin was at EMT training and had to go outside and jump through my window outside to get into my room. And there was my roommate, passed out in his fucking rack.
I write a lot of motivational things on my board, some that would offend my roommate. He'd always be rubbing it off the board every time he left the room and came back. This time I wrote a message in blue permanent marker: "Work sets you free". I did so because I believe in it, that hard work will one day yield the ultimate freedom to do what I want to do in my life. And so when I came back to my room, there were visible attempts of rubbing over the message. He obviously tried to get rid of it, yet it remained.
Tomorrow will be a test of my life. I'm fucking wired after 2 cups of coffee at dinner. Three exams to prepare for. I'm going to a 1900 math review in fifteen minutes. My roommate's still passed out. I'm going to leave the room in style, with a loud slam.