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| When I first came here Freshman year, I was incredibly shy and quiet, and I hid in my room a lot. I would just sit around doing my homework and only emerge from my single in Hollander to eat - fortunately, my friends somehow met up with me and saved me from the 3.9 GPA I would have had. Wait a minute -now I don't know whether to thank them, or hunt them down and shoot them. Anyway, these are the people who helped me make it through Hopkins all those times when I was walking around campus in a homicidal rage. This happened a lot. Especially after one Orgo lab or another. Some are from the Hollander Gang and some are from InterVarsity, but they've all absorbed abuse at some point or another, and helped me make it to Junior year, where you at that point become apathetic and start thinking, "You know, Hopkins/Baltimore isn't that bad after all," and pretty soon Senior year rolls by, you've lost all ability to think logically or discern reality, and you think, "Boy I'm really going to miss this place." |
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