Francesca Lia BlockI will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beat-up cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study poetry. I will sit on the edge of the fountain in the plaza and write.
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I will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beat-up cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study poetry. I will sit on the edge of the fountain in the plaza and write. Interviewer: What was the most important thing you learned in college? President Lyndon B. Johnson: That there are two or three or four or five hundred different ways to go to college, that it's not just one way, that you can get a good education without being tied down.
Source: Girl Goddess #9: Nine Stories
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