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So Day 3 of Golfapalooza. The instructors told us to be by the driving range by seven, but when I woke up my mother was hollering and flailing around gently waking me up and telling me it was SEVEN. So I started WEKJWKJKJFJDKF and aksjfklsdjklwje and we got there at 7:06. Record time.

So I got on the bus with Renee, and she told me Sam and Lahela would be there with their dads, since we're going to a bigger golf course like, away. And when we get there it's raining so it was pretty suckish so we just went to the driving range and shot and I was like the best golfer EVER okay, I guess.

But these girls have SERIOUS issues. They're all "OH MY GOD I GOT A NEW DRIVER." "OMG IS THAT THE NEW TAYLORMADE 42?" "YEAH I JUST GOT IT POLISHED" and they all practice their swings infront of a mirror and they go "OHHH SO THAT'S WHERE I GOT IT WRONG" and then they go "YEAH YOU HAVE TO ARCH YOUR BACK AND TAKE A SHOULDER STANCE" "OH MY GOD I HAVE TO WORK ON MY BACK SWING" "OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE A TAYLORMADE GOLF BAG? WHAT HAPPENED TO..."

And on and on. Ooh, and one girl named her clubs. NAMED. HER CLUBS.

Rich people have issues.