The plan

The plan is totally screwed up. Man, this sucks. Initially, the plan was to get into Berkeley or Davis and major in Biomedical Engineering and Bioengineering. But see...I doubt I can get into Berkeley or Davis. And you know what? State doesn't even have those majors. So...now I have to think of some other plan. I need to talk to my counselor as soon as school starts and tell her I need some valium. This makes me sick. And when I talk to everyone...I totally lie...like everything is fine and I can so land these schools...but its such a bad act. I mean...fuck. I need to think of something I want to do in this life. How depressing is that? "Sorry, you can't do this. You're not smart enough. I don't care if its part of your life plan. This just doesn't belong in your life, and you don't belong in it." I feel like shit. I think this is how people become teachers who don't initially want to become teachers. They somehow screw up on their plan, and veer off their course, and next thing they know...they're calling the principal's office informing the nurse that little Timmy is on his way and she should call his mom because Timmy had a little bit of a stinky accident. Wonderful. Abso-friggin-lutely great. If that somehow comes to be my life...I think I'll make a rule against not using the restroom: I don't care if you don't have to go...I know your mom doesn't want you to hold yours shits and tinkles, so you better take one when the class takes the trip together to the restroom at the end of every two hours. Does that sound wrong? Well, kids should take pisses in the toilet, not in the pantalones...

whatever, I've just made myself laugh.