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hello im 3.5



I got a F today on my History Final today, i started to cried.

Because that F will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Colledges will judge me because of one letter

employers will wonder why i didnt to Harverd.

My mother will be dissappointed she raised a failure.

My father will compare me to m perfect brother.

And just because i didn't know the 23rd president, my life is ruined.

Colledges dont care that i work with the homeless,

they dont care if im a cheeleader , they only care about the footbal players.

they dont care that  i can sing or act

they dont care how many hours i do of community serves

or that i have recieved  plenty of other awards.

they ony look at you as a number

hello im 3.5

they only care about your grades

hello im a F

and if they dont accept you , you might as well be dead.

 

 

 

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