Reminisce and Retell

the pretentious moments and the precious memories as well.

I didn't finish my math homework. But I kind of have to tonight. Okay, so why am I even blogging?

Roger Bannister was the first person to run the mile under four minutes at Illffley Road Track in Oxford, England on May 6, 1954.
You'll never guess where I got that from. The math book. I got that from the math book.
Okay, you probably don't care.

I think my superego is rising up and rebelling against my id, so...I'm just going to go back to math homework for now.

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