Dear Admissions Office,
Good lookin' on that 4-year full ride. I remember the first day I got your letter in the mail. I was wearing a pink shirt and shorts, and my hair was relaxed, with a burgundy-red rinse. I had these glasses, and the color of my hair kinda complemented them. Anyway, that day my mom was sooooo happy and proud. That made me happy and proud. Even though I can't stand your long lines and ridiculously rude employees, without you I'd probably be broke back in Cleveland somewhere with all the others who weren't as awesome as me in high school, and didn't earn a scholarship. hehehe.
It's Been Real.
Deuces in December.♥
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