All my life I've been fascinated with history, and beginning in middle school (around age 12) I became especially interested in the Holocaust and the Nazi regime. Every time the subject came up in school I would pay attention more so than in other classes, and no matter the class I would try to relate papers and assignments back to my passion: the Holocaust. Obviously people took notice, and I became known as the kid who liked the Holocaust. Most of them didn't think it was too weird, they just thought it was a hobby and they would sometimes talk to me if they had any questions. I didn't think it was weird either, I just found the horrible atrocities fascinating to learn about. Because of this interest I majored in history at Harvard College, despite what people said about history not being the safest major due to lack of jobs. Regardless I pushed through, got my PhD, and wrote all the papers I could on my beloved Holocaust Come the end of the education chapter in the book of my life I had to move on and find a job. But what people said was right. There were no jobs for a Holocaust fanatic such as myself. Within a year I was homeless, living on the streets. I'd curl up in my refrigerator box, thinking back on my life. Was it worth it to major in what I loved, was it worth being homeless to pursue my passion: the Holocaust? I had never been able to answer that question. Because I just didn't know. That is until now, now I know it was all worth it, because I can say with absolute certainty that your font is literally worse than Hitler.
Submitted December 04, 2016 at 06:22AM by MarcoSolo23 http://ift.tt/2gO6PCf copypasta
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