class of 2017

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My proclamation? This is what I've got; My motivation? Consider it shot; My concentration? Lost it on the spot; My procrastination? Worse than you thought; My generation?
Senior Year It will be such a relaxing year, they told me. I won't have too much to worry about, I thought.   I have to know what my major is  I have to know what university I will attend
Senior year Senior year They expect so much      yet instruct so little. Applications due. Grades improved. Late nights at work.      But it will soon all be a memory.
College – eighteen years of longingness. Now, when you are around the corner, When the measurement is not years, but months, I’m afraid, wanting to take a step back,
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