Mckinsey PST screwed me over. 3 hours of flyering and I'm sick of promoting the event before it even started. But maybe finally the YHO spirit takes over. It's like that last push at the last stretch of a race. Where you feel the lactic acid building up but you push through it anyway. Where your breaths are short, hurried, strangled, yet you take in one last gasp and power on. Pain is good.
At the risk of failing everything else. Balance. I need some right about now.
Lol, I listed the activities of the day sometime ago, and not one included school or classtime. How bout we just get rid of that part? Have everything but class. That's what it sure seems like right now.
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