How My Distraction Led Me To A Higher CGPA
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Am I a Cabin Biscuit…? So, I had a thing for Dr. Stare (pseudonym) We all have that friend who gets excited about the weirdest things and finds amazement in the little things. Wait let me give examples; she will sit and meticulously watch kids create paper toys with deep admiration, she has an indescribable attraction to deep intelligence and excellence, and your choice of vocabulary around her lands you in the classification of ‘Friend able’ and ‘The Others’, astonishingly she says “It is not about the sophisticated choice of words but about the uncommon use of words”. The round-up is that this friend is weird but you love them anyway. Yep! That’s me. It turns out I have some similarities with your friend and I have opened with this to gist you about Dr. Stare my 300-level lecturer. I’ve been described severally as a hopeless romantic. That is, my condition when it comes to romance is ghastly hopeless, there’s literally no hope for hope. I fall anyhow, anytime, and with anyt...