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When I finished the Spring semester, I had an agitation blister in my mind from the lack of accomplishment I felt at the Kansan. I had started with every intention of expanding on the new forms of online journalism and maybe even breaking some of the Web coding they had bought.

None of that happened. My boss was double majoring in journalism and theater.

If that made your face bunch up like you just smelt a fart in a room full of girls and it wasn’t you, it should. Every idea that had been generated was continuously shot down by a mixture of apathy and ignorance. He is a good guy, but not the type that should be in charge of a Web site, much less a news Web site.
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When I was too young to care about my age, summer was the warmer time when I and my entourage of imagined sentients took to the back yard more often.

I was more likely to explore the Universe, which was less than a block long.
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