How I fell in love with being weird (and writing)

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Let's rewind back to August 27th, 2002. I'm 18 years old and it's the first day of my sophomore year at the local community college. The classroom is hot, the brick building old, and the desks are arranged in a circle. This is English Composition I. My classmates and I avoid eye contact as we wait for our teacher. Little do I know that a pivotal moment in my life is about to play out. Ms. Skebe…

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