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There is an ideal order for everything. High School comes before college, we like someone before we grow to love them, and we order dessert even before looking at the menu. Well, maybe not the last one.
One of the most distinct memories I have from growing up is doing my homework after school at the big brown desk in my room.
I don't remember the exact assignments I worked on but I can clearly recall the feeling in my gut — the pain of knowing that I was missing out on something I would rather be doing. |