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Dear Old Me


Dear Old Me,

Why did you waste so much time doing nothing? Sitting around hoping for a fairy to come out and rescue you. College dollars are  nothing to waste, and your mother is in such dismay. But still you sat around doing nothing. Now that junior year is here, you're busting your tail trying to apply for this scholarship and that one, when if you simply did you work and studied money could have been handed to you. Dear Old Me, I'm glad you taught me the things that you did, because now I can share my story from my new corporate office. 

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