Parkour!!
I recently finished my finals week here at the University of Minnesota and had the opportunity to contemplate my future while riding an extraordinarily uncomfortable Megabus for some R&R down to Chicago. I've decided, after discussing it with my most senior and junior sibblings, that I am retiring as a grad student. I know: I'm as surprised as you are. You thought I'd be a carreer student. You thought I'd become the proverbial "Degree Whore."
Well, I'm not.
I'm training to become a traceur and unleash parkour on an unsuspecting midwest. Never again will I be stuck in a family event, forced to listen to some woman try to draw parallels between WWII concentration camps and my grandmother's life. Never again will I need to to use stairs to descend. Maybe I'll get a sweet movie deal. Oh, man, I'm freaking stoked.
Where are my weights? I gotta get huge.
-Nips.
Well, I'm not.
I'm training to become a traceur and unleash parkour on an unsuspecting midwest. Never again will I be stuck in a family event, forced to listen to some woman try to draw parallels between WWII concentration camps and my grandmother's life. Never again will I need to to use stairs to descend. Maybe I'll get a sweet movie deal. Oh, man, I'm freaking stoked.
Where are my weights? I gotta get huge.
-Nips.
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