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All Subjects Are The Same. I Memorize Notes For A Test, Spew It, Ace It, Then Forget It. What Makes This Scary For The Future Of Our Country Is That I'm In The Tip-top Percentile On Every Standardized Test. I'm A Model Student With A Very Crappy Attitude About Learning.

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All Subjects Are The

Megan McCafferty

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All Subjects Are The Same. I Memorize Notes For A Test, Spew It, Ace It, Then Forget It. What Makes This Scary For The Future Of Our Country Is That I'm In The Tip-top Percentile On Every Standardized Test. I'm A Model Student With A Very Crappy Attitude About Learning.

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