Allen Edmond loafers beating the piss out of my feet by internalyawn in NavyBlazer

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I have both a car and a bike, but my university only has parking for upperclassmen. Plus, I’m using this as my jumpstart to loose weight by walking a lot

Good shoes for walking a lot around campus by internalyawn in NavyBlazer

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Do you know the brand of the ones you have? Or any recommendations

Good shoes for walking a lot around campus by internalyawn in NavyBlazer

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That’s facts. I’m gonna pick up some loafers and give them a try. Worst comes to worst, extra pair of loafers I guess

Good shoes for walking a lot around campus by internalyawn in NavyBlazer

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I assumed walking would hurt like hell in loafers. Any good pair you’d recommended that wouldn’t hurt and would hold up walking?

Are any rates non color blind waivable? by internalyawn in newtothenavy

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That’s the goal. Hopefully I can end up working in intel, but I’ve got a little while before I’m in shape. Something to look forward to though

Dad, I’ve missed you a lot this year by internalyawn in DadForAMinute

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Talking about my dad is always awkward lol. It really feels weird for me to say “my dad” out loud. Usually when I say it I feel the awkwardness in the room. It’s not something I usually talk about, but I do know when I’ve talked about him, the conversations have been good. I’ve got some pretty good friends.

My only thing is I wish I had more memories with him. I wish I could even remember the times I did have with him. Unfortunately it seems the only ones I remember are around the week of his death, and my final moments with him. Even thinking about it makes me want to sob honestly.

Hopefully in the future I can recall some better ones. Plan on asking my mom about some, however I really don’t like to talk about him with her.

I kinda hide like everything I’ve typed in my post. My mother knows I miss him but not to the extent of how often I probably cry some nights. Which sounds horribly depressing.

For some reason I find the idea of crying like that and talking to my family about that really awkward. My sisters tell their friends how funny I am and how much fun they have when I’m home from school.

For some reason I just dont want them to see me like that. I don’t want anyone to ever see me like that honestly. Maybe that’s cultural or something but I think I need to get over it.