Metaphors In The Dancefloor
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  • Reads 180
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 1h 24m
Complete, First published Jan 26, 2016
The walk of adulthood has 3 rules. 

You can't back out.

You have to finish.

And most importantly of all, you must survive it. 


Walking into college is much easier when your past isn't kissing you goodbye. All your life has come up to this. Elementary prepares you for middle school. Middle school teaches you something close to the misery of high school. High school is the last acceptable happiness you will ever have. 

High school was the preview of college. If you eat all your popcorn in the preview, being in the movies won't reach up to the standards. If your popcorn fell, you're done. If you didn't buy the popcorn, you'll be stealing it from your friend. 

After all, this is FIU. Most of the people here left their lives back wherever their home was. But, the real question is did they leave themselves?
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