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Night
By Elie Wiesel, Stella Rodway, Francois Mauriac
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Photo class is extremely unsuccessful.
- Lack of interest
- Lack of skill
- Lack of ________.
Fashion class is successful.
- Intriguing teacher
- There seems to be more of a "point" to the entire class
- It actually relates to something I am interested in pursuing
Work
- Meanies
- Non-stop movement
- Niceys- old people, young children, and my co-workers.
Everything else in general?
- A few close friends are really all you need
- Time falls away when you're bound to a strict schedule
- I'm so lucky, but more importantly happy to be with Jon.
Working for the past couple of weeks
has shown me the distinct differences between people. Some are just
assholes, and there is nothing you can do about it. They come into the
store and they're bitter about their lives, so they take it out on
everyone else...including the people that make their food. How stupid.
Then, there are others who like to complain for no reason. I have tried
to reason why they're so unhappy with everything, but the only reason
that I could come up with was: they don't have any satisfaction in
their homes (or no one really cares what they have to say), so they
complain to us because we have to listen to them.
And lastly, the nice people. They appreciate what you do for them, even
if it is just wiping down their table before they sit down or bringing
them their food. Straight up nice people...the only people I appreciate.
From every experience there is always something to take away from it.
And for this job, I have seen the qualities in people that I respect
and I would try to carry with me, and the reality there are just
mofuckers that hate everyone...and to just avoid them.
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All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels cold
And I'm getting so tired and so old
The anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes
Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
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"How lucky I am to have known someone who was so hard to say goodbye to."
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