Apologies

Hello,

I’m sorry for all that damage I caused while I thought I was in a time loop. In my defense, I truly thought that I was living the same day over and over again. Once I can get the money together, I’ll pay you all back for having to rebuild that school.

Sincerely,
Max

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Hello,

I am sorry for not showing more humility and discretion after pulling that fire alarm.

What can I say? Emotions were high for everyone.

And sure, I started walking around with my hand held high so everyone could see where the dye packet exploded on my hand.

And yes, when Emily offered me hand sanitizer and it didn’t get the dye off my hands, I said, “Oh heavens me! When I pulled that fire alarm--alerting you all to the imminent and dangerous fire--I had no idea that I would be marked for life! What life is there left for me now? What woman would be able to look past this disfigurement to see my inner heroism?”

Did I pull a crying baby from its mother's arms and announce, “There’s no need to cry, for I have saved both you and your mother. No need to repay me. Just pay forward this kindness as you grow and help create a better future for your children”? Yes, I did. But only because it seemed like the sort of thing a hero would do.

But, through listening and reflection, I have realized that my histrionics were not what a hero would do. Apparently, they were what a “self-obsessed doofus” would do.

I promise to do better; to be more humble, to be more selfless, and to help others without asking for praise.

And in my defense, I grew up in a house without candles. So how was I supposed to know that a little fire on the end of some weird smelling stick isn’t a reason to pull a fire alarm? It was a fire! Inside! You’re welcome!

Best,
Nathan

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Hello,

I’m sorry all the pictures I took at the Summer Solstice dinner were so blurry.

I knew I was focusing, who knew the camera wasn’t.

Best,
Zoah

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Hello,

Shakespeare's plays were never meant to be studied or meticulously read, they were meant to be an experience. Something that would take you by the shoulders and shake you out of your shoes. Something that would grab you by the ear and refuse to let go no matter how much you begged. Turns out my dog had a lot more in common with Shakespeare than initially thought.

Anyone who was directly impacted by Roxy’s action, please reach out and I will bring over some fresh apology tomatoes. She’s come back from obedience school now and shouldn’t be a problem anymore.

Best,
Sam