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It's finals week. And that means On Friday Afternoon, I'll have to leave a place I consider home. A nice, progressive city called Stevens Point, filled with great people, and go back to live with my parents for three and ha half months. Now, I love my parents, they're really great and supportive, and the food's a whole hell of a lot better than what they have to offer here at UWSP, and there's two cats and four new kittens to give attention to, but it means having to go back to the boonies in Marineete County. Yes, it means I have to go back to the middle of ass-backwards nowhere, where the fields are braod, and the minds are narrow. Back to a place where people have been thouroghly brianwashed by thier churches, right-wing talk radio, and the NRA into thinking that all liberals are "oit to take all of your guns away," "nasty evil scum who want nothing better than to take away all of your hard-earned money and give it all to lazy welfare parasites who refuse to work" and who want to "force all of our children to become athiest homosexual agents of Satan." This is the kind of pure, utter bullshit that I'm going to have to put up with for three and a half months. True, Marinette County has some pockets of blue, a couple of towns with a strong union prescence, and a nieghboring district in Michigan's U.P. with a strong democratic prescence help make some places somewhat bearable to be in, but still, where I'm going to be, no dice. It's stuck in the middle of a solid red bastion of * worship.
To make things even more unbearable is that there's nothing to do. To do most anything, I gotta drive somewhere. There's no bus service like here in Stevens Point. And with gas prices these days things'll get even more boring, as it't hard to afford going anywhere. There's no roleplaying game groups that I can find the area, which will make the whole three and a half months even more of an ordeal.
Oy, A lot of students are happy that they're going back, but not me.
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