Don’t tell me who I am!

So on October 5th I encountered something that pisses me off to no end. I had the pleasure of being told who I am and surprise, surprise they were wrong. Now I get really mad when people think that they can tell me who I am and what to do after meeting me for five minutes. I don’t care who they are, what they’ve done or even if they are the Queen I don’t give these people any respect. I came to university to pursue my interests, not to be put in a box. So I got worked up, I felt miserable and I let myself cry. After this though? I decided that I didn’t care and would take Sir Trevor McDonald’s advice and not let them decide where I can get to. So guess what? You just made your biggest mistake, watch this girl go,go,go!!

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