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Junkyard Quotes 41-45, Week 9

"It smells like baseball"
-After walking out of the cafeteria, a friend said this. We knew she meant that the weather was nice, warm, and that it felt like baseball weather, but instead she said it smelled "like baseball," not even baseball season.

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"I had a dream that every check I've ever written reappeared, was somehow misplaced and never used as payment"
-This was my thought after a recent dream in which random checks I've written over the past year started to reappear as bookmarks and in binders. I started to freak out because I felt as if I didn't really own anything around me.

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"I hate you. You are the only person I know that gets to have their cake and eat it too"
-A friend said this to me after realizing that a friend I used to "talk" to was still capable of hanging out with me. He couldn't handle that we didn't have any baggage, which threw him off.

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"Sesame seed rottweiler"
- A classmate said this to me during a break in an education class. He said he read a news report about Chinese markets actually caught selling dog and cat meat. He doesn't trust Chinese restaurants in America anymore.

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"When surrounded by women, he drinks as if he doesn't care whether his thirst is quenched or not; he drinks like a man"
- I thought of this phrase today while eating lunch in the cafeteria at Temple Middle School. I was the only male at a table of 6 teachers and started to notice the way I ate, drank, and even stared off. Everything about me was masculine. I was trying to be nonchalant and appear comfortable as the only male. I definitely noticed that I was performing harder than I would if other male teachers were at the table. Usually I only try to perform as a teacher.

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