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The audacity of people5/28/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() Then again, I barely know what’s happening. I could’ve sworn that the 11 we are plugging into the problem was a 12. The professor is on step 10 of 20 in this math problem and the numbers are starting to seem a little suspicious. Thank you for verbally saying what we were asking each other through confused looks. I eagerly await the next time we cross paths outside of Clemons Library at 3 a.m. Is my outfit actually fire? Was it actually good to see me again? I don’t know, and I don’t care. ![]() You somehow can sense when I’m having an off day and appear out of thin air to shower me with compliments. I may not remember your name and I may forget you exist sometimes, but I will never, ever, forget your spirit. Thank you for meeting me once during first year and deciding to hype me up whenever our paths have crossed ever since. Without you, I would stay at crosswalks forever, letting the Honda Civics of Charlottesville curb my happiness. When you walked across that street and made that green 2003 Honda Civic use the last of its horsepower to stop mere inches away from your body, I knew that I could make it to my physics class in one piece. You, mighty trailblazer, don’t wait for opportunities - you make them. Before you came along, I had been standing at this crosswalk, on the verge of breaking my neck as I frantically looked from side to side, looking for an opening, an opportunity to shine. Thank you for walking into oncoming traffic without hesitation. It’s time we acknowledge that not all heroes wear capes - some walk around with airpods, iced coffee and a dream. We let these gods amongst men go about their days with no knowledge of how important they truly are to the rest of the student body. ![]() We walk around Thomas Jefferson’s academical village daily with the audacity - no, the gall - to continually ignore the people who really matter. ![]()
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