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November first

A date that might mean nothing to most, but to Gashora Girls it means a lot. This is not a memorial day to Gashora Girls only, it is also important to any senior applying early decision or early action. THE APPLICATION DEADLINE!!!
Literally it would mean a line o death, quite a scary image. The date has been looming for ages, getting closer every passing day.
By clicking 'SUBMIT', you are putting your future on a line- the deadline. this completes part o what is expected of us, securing an admission at a prestigious school. But there are still the nationa exams to study\for. they start eight days from today.
we are all clustered together in the computer lab, waiting or the cue to send all our application.
The next date to look forward to is December fifteenth- the day when we receive the admission decision.


And he, the said Wirz, still wickedly pursuing his evil purpose, did establish and cause to be designated within the prison enclosure containing said prisoners a "dead line," being a line around the inner face of the stockade or wall enclosing said prison and about twenty feet distant from and within said stockade; and so established said dead line, which was in many places an imaginary line, in many other places marked by insecure and shifting strips of [boards nailed] upon the tops of small and insecure stakes or posts, he, the said Wirz, instructed the prison guard stationed around the top of said stockade to fire upon and kill any of the prisoners aforesaid who might touch, fall upon, pass over or under across the said "dead line" .... ["Trial of Henry Wirz," Report of the Secretary of War, Oct. 
31, 1865] Online etymology dictionary.

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