My sis has life made. That's just life when you are a good high school athlete. You get free stuff, big scholarships, and four years worth of fame mostly via your pictures in the local sports section. So this past weekend was no exception when she won the state mile race and was offered a full ride scholarship to a small school. And my sis turned it down. Some people just don't know how lucky they are. It got just plain ridiculous yesterday when she found a four-leaf clover as we were sitting outside together.
Not that she doesn't have some bad luck, she did have tonsillitis during sectionals and prom. But it's not like my life where everything seems to go wrong. At least everything school/finances related. Which is all I really care about. Though other things that are really important to me have left me down too-like the one guy who asked me out disappeared and how I have virtually no friends (Yeah, I went there again. Still mostly true).
One thing I gotta admit though is that it could be worse. I could be a usually very energetic 18 year old guy, less than two weeks away from graduation, two days away from a band trip I spent $300 of my own money on, who just found out he has mono. Like my little brother.
Looks like something went wrong with their twin connection and my sis ended up with all the good luck and he ended up with the bad. And where my share of good luck from the universe is God only knows.
The true stories of a girl who became obsessed with them.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Button, button, who's got the button?
This is, what, the 15th week of classes? And just today I noticed something in my microbiology lab. There's a big, red, shiny, round button in the back of the classroom. Exactly like the kind you see in TV or movies where with one push, in the heat of an emergency, big pieces of metal clamp down over windows, doors, and sometimes walls, an alarm sounds and a red light flashes and the room is set to panic as people either try to get out or in.
Or maybe it's a different kind of red button. You push it and all of the lab benches flip over into the ground and a disco ball comes down from the ceiling.
Whatever that red button does, it is so tempting to push it. I can only hope in these last couple weeks of class that something happens that causes my professor to shout, "SOMEONE PUSH THE RED BUTTON!" and I will be standing right by it for the pleasure and honor.
Or maybe it's a different kind of red button. You push it and all of the lab benches flip over into the ground and a disco ball comes down from the ceiling.
Whatever that red button does, it is so tempting to push it. I can only hope in these last couple weeks of class that something happens that causes my professor to shout, "SOMEONE PUSH THE RED BUTTON!" and I will be standing right by it for the pleasure and honor.
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