Over the weekend I was supposed to write my college entrance essays, but instead I went to the pond behind the library. I brought bread to feed to the ducks and I was really excited about it (because ducks are awesome and not at all lame). I carefully laid the stale loaf on the ground and ran behind a tree, kind of like one would do with fireworks. (I don’t get to light fireworks very often so I figured it would be a good time to practice the art of fleeing-from-small-object-in-excitement). I waited for several minutes (seconds), but the ducks did not eat the bread. I got frustrated. I grabbed the bread from off the ground and began to pelt small chunks at their little heads, hoping it would make them hungry.
It did not.
I walked away in anger.
I also took a picture.
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