Saturday, January 23, 2010

Going over back-ups with the gingers.

Recently my school has implemented a new form of picking electives. Instead of picking the ones that sound the most fun, or the ones that look really easy, they're handpicking them for us according to career clusters.

I don't know how I feel about this. I often proclaim that I know what I'm going to do when I'm older, but the truth is, I'm so scared of liking something too easily only to hate it, or have no interest in it in 5 years.

Luckily the program is aimed towards kids who don't plan on going to college, but still need technical training of some sort. The councilor said that students in AP classes don't have to worry about our electives being chosen, which makes me feel a little better, but not so much.

I usually don't like to think of HOW to get somewhere, I just know I want to get there. I'm so scared of all the different variables that could pop up and throw me off track.

Half jokingly, while hanging out with Root and Metcalf I made some fall backs if there are any complications for any of my future aspirations.

If for some reason I can't get into college I will become a guidette. Yes. Like Snooki, only with a nicer tan.

If I end up failing at college, or decide that it's not right for me, I'll become a tattoo artist, perhaps starting off as a shop cleaner, and slowly work my way up.

And here's the best one, the one so great Metcalf said that we had to get married and have babies.

If normal social expectations don't suit me, I'll work hard and save my money and live off of soup until I raise enough money to buy a medium sized brewery in Ireland that I would personally work to perfect until it brewed the most awesomest beer on the planet. And after quite a while when I have about a million in savings and investments I'll start a classy call girl/boy service that will be run as a side business in the brewery. I will handpick all of my potential employees, offering them a 5 year contract to work in the business and live in the housing that I provide within the cover of the brewery. My employees will hold themselves to a high standard, keeping physically, and mentally fit, and to ensure they are free of any sexual diseases there will be mandatory testing every two months. Because their job entails entertaining those of white collar professions a certain standard shall be set. Employees will receive a cut of 35% each job, and considering the clients pay high dollar, and free comfortable housing is provided, any violation of the standard of keeping mentally and physically fit will result in the immediate termination of the contract. If an employee were to retire before their contract was up they would have to pay a fee that would consist of their share of 35% of each job that had been scheduled for the next 30 days.

Also in entering the contract they will sign a privacy sheet that prohibits them from telling the authorities about the location, or head of the business. Violation of the privacy sheet will result in swift legal action that would most likely render them bankrupt.

But, all of this is theoretical, and will only be considered if I completely and utterly fail at life and college. Also, it could be the manefestation of watching too much MTV, LA Ink, and Dollhouse. Let's all hope that I make it into Texas Tech or Penn State!


  1. Wait, so the school picks your electives for you? That sounds odd! But yeah, I'd be nervous that of being stuck with doing something that I'd end up hating. But haha, I'm sure you won't not be able to get into college or fail at life or anything! My cousin goes to Penn State, and she really likes it. So fingers crossed!

  2. I hate to say this but I hope you "completely and utterly fail at life and college" See you in Ireland!