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He conceded.
I want to cry. I wish I wasn't here.
I want to cry. I wish I wasn't here.
It's not that I can't stop shaking.
It's not that I'm trying so hard not to cry.
It's not that I'm seriously considering Canadian college.
It's that when we found out, everyone cheered.
I don't understand.
It's not that I'm trying so hard not to cry.
It's not that I'm seriously considering Canadian college.
It's that when we found out, everyone cheered.
I don't understand.
And what really hurts? There was nothing I could do. I am too young. The government barely considers me human. All I can do now is try to make people understand why it hurts.
And the first two years of my adult life? Virtually destroyed.
Hmm, a major in general English at a university in Cairo. Reading and Egypt, just what I always wanted.
And the first two years of my adult life? Virtually destroyed.
Hmm, a major in general English at a university in Cairo. Reading and Egypt, just what I always wanted.
The light is not dead, but it may be dying, and all we can do now is shine. We must be a city on a hill. We must fight.
Not Bush. Not Republicans. Not anything like that.
But we can fight intolerance. We can fight ignorance. We can fight to save ourselves from ourselves. It is what we can do and what we must do.
Failing that, we can always secede, although I'm not sure how that would work...
But for now, let's just fight.
Not Bush. Not Republicans. Not anything like that.
But we can fight intolerance. We can fight ignorance. We can fight to save ourselves from ourselves. It is what we can do and what we must do.
Failing that, we can always secede, although I'm not sure how that would work...
But for now, let's just fight.
What better way to do it than to major in Political Science?
I've been worrying for years now about what to do with my life. I'm a writer, I always have been and I always will be, but I've also known since last year at least that Creative Writing classes are not for me. Since then, I've been fishing around for something to go to college for, occasionally despairing.
I've been told by a teacher I love and respect that I would make a good lawyer.
I've been told (today in fact) by a friend I love and respect that I would make a good politician/speechwriter.
So...why not? I'll beat my fear of public speaking. I'll stand up and make some noise. I'll be what I always have been, whether I knew it or not. And maybe, some day, I'll be able to change this country for the better, to right the wrongs.
And maybe tomorrow this will seem stupid. Maybe tomorrow I'll back out. Maybe tomorrow I'll discover that my True Career is gardening, or something.
For today, I think I'll be a politician.
I've been worrying for years now about what to do with my life. I'm a writer, I always have been and I always will be, but I've also known since last year at least that Creative Writing classes are not for me. Since then, I've been fishing around for something to go to college for, occasionally despairing.
I've been told by a teacher I love and respect that I would make a good lawyer.
I've been told (today in fact) by a friend I love and respect that I would make a good politician/speechwriter.
So...why not? I'll beat my fear of public speaking. I'll stand up and make some noise. I'll be what I always have been, whether I knew it or not. And maybe, some day, I'll be able to change this country for the better, to right the wrongs.
And maybe tomorrow this will seem stupid. Maybe tomorrow I'll back out. Maybe tomorrow I'll discover that my True Career is gardening, or something.
For today, I think I'll be a politician.
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