I do not want one of these.
I feel like a two-year-old. A two-year-old who can drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes, and consume five-pound burritos.
Actually, I think I had more drive as a two-year-old (no pun intended.) According to my parents, this picture was not staged as I was determined to drive the car. In grade school, I took summer school classes for fun. In high school, I took more Advanced Placement tests than anyone else in the entire fucking state. In college, I woke up at 6:00 am, six days a week, nine months a year to haul a 200 pound boat around the Harlem River. All because I just felt like it. Now, I continuously dent my futon watching television shows with titles such as Trading Spouses: Meet Your New Mommy.
Alas, I am no longer a two-year-old. It's time to stop the whinin' and do something (really, anything will suffice) with my ooooh so tragic life before I annoy the crap out of myself. I simply need to find a healthy balance between the masochism of my past and the hedonism of my present. Now that I've fully experienced both, how hard can it be?
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Ah, to be an overachiever once again. Once upon a time, I was one as well. Made the curriculum person at my high school redo the entire school's schedule so that I could take my 2 language classes, advanced math and orchestra. Took all the APs I could. Attended summer school happily, because one could never learn enough. Did it all, without blinking. Then in college, took 5 courses each semester, worked on a number of publications and joined a number of committees/activity groups.
Then something happened. I'm not sure what. But in the last two years (since leaving college) I have never been less productive.
Signs of my old overachieving ways are imminent though, as I figure out my schedule for the upcoming school year. Maybe that's all you need (to be all trite and cheesy) - to find your passion.
Although sometimes I'm convinced that my passion is figuring out how to be a socialite or an event planner and combine that with an MEd. It'll work out somehow.
Heh, I'm sure you can apply it to a variety of things. Today I met with someone Fatboss knows who has an EdD and is one of the original creators of Blues Clues. And yes, it's all about finding the passion. I'm sure I have one lying around somewhere...
Amen, sister.
yes, drone, that's how we roll in my family. classy all the way. i think that car was a giant silver volkswagen station wagon, which was at least twice the size of our other car, a blue 1973 VW beetle that shook violently when it reached a certain speed so we sold it to some clueless foreigners. heh.
thanks, drone. when are you gonna f-in blog again?!
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