In high school I filled out an application to a small liberal arts college and went through the trouble of writing the essay. As writing an honest essay is no fun I filled it in with tales of abusive drunken parents, dark cellars of punishment, and, maybe most out of line, crackhead mothers. I turned the essay into the counselor who apparently does not read the essays before he mails them out. The application package made it’s way to the college admission officer who, needless to say, was not real amused. Missed a basketball workout for that one.
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