tell me, what do they see when they look at me?

I've just cleaned out a giant crapload of unopened college mail that has been sitting in a box, rapidly collecting into a massive pile.

I opened a few of them, just because they were really thick packages with really nice booklets that I felt bad throwing out, but my accumulating junk isn't going to help them any. I thought they deserved at least one brief flip through a few pages before they were helplessly discarded to the Recycling Bin.

I regret not having applied to any privates now.
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Well.
We'll see.