Woah, woah, woah. Hold up, son. You go to a public…

Woah, woah, woah.

Hold up, son.

You go to a public university?

The fuck is that?

Seriously.

What does that even mean?

Is that one of those places with tuition cheaper than my high school?

Is that one of those places founded after my family already made their fortune?

Is that one of those places that make you wear socks to class?

Is that one of those places that doesn’t have any pics in the Life Archives?

If it doesn’t have a school boy at JP.

It doesn’t count.

Scarves or it didn’t happen.

Is your roommate some fucking townie?

Who wears sweatpants to parties?

BoO?

And carries ID on lanyard?

Corter?

And rocks Adido’s slip-ons in public?

Havi’s by Basty?

What’s his nickname?

Fucking, J-Bone?

I wear cream Wallows to the weightroom.

Squash in 2-inch cuffs.

And talk to bitches about my full-ride blogarship.

But seriously.

The fuck is a public university?

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