I remember when I had applied for some Ivy League colleges. I had a 4.0 GPA, A average SAT score and pretty much minimal extracurriculars. So there was obvious reasons why my ass didn't get accepted. Was I mad? Yeah, but I applied to other alright colleges so it wasn't that big of a fucking deal.
Now check out what this Pokemon said:
"Then there was summer camp. I should've done what I knew was best—go to Africa, scoop up some suffering child, take a few pictures, and write my essays about how spending that afternoon with Kinto changed my life. Because everyone knows that if you don't have anything difficult going on in your own life, you should just hop on a plane so you're able to talk about what other people have to deal with."
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Now check out what this Pokemon said:
"Then there was summer camp. I should've done what I knew was best—go to Africa, scoop up some suffering child, take a few pictures, and write my essays about how spending that afternoon with Kinto changed my life. Because everyone knows that if you don't have anything difficult going on in your own life, you should just hop on a plane so you're able to talk about what other people have to deal with."
Nope.