life as (un)planned
i'm not sure who plans out their life in every detail, but several people at least have a basic list of what they'd like to accomplish while they unwind their mortal coil. my plans were to go to college and move to chicago. that's about where they stopped.
it's amazing the unsatisfied path your life takes when you don't make goals for yourself. let me be more clear: obtainable goals. if you're a chick and your goal is to become pope, you're setting yourself up for disappointment. but really, these last 10 years, i feel like i've been dabbling at life, not really immersing myself in anything or getting more than my feet wet.
after i realized how piss-poor the pay was for book designers, i thought i'd try my brain at science. i took anatomy and physiology. i told myself, "self, if you do well in this class, maybe you should consider a career change." i got an A+. i rocked that class. and this was the first class where my teacher said to me, "you're pretty good at this." the only comment i got like that in art school was a laugh when i confirmed with my graphics 1 prof that i declared graphic design as major (not a positive response).
so i continued on. i took biology 121 at harold washington. again, was complimented on my smartz. took college algebra. complimented again. i even managed to get an A in chem 201 and a B in chem 202.
that's where my smartz stop.
i am getting a D in organic chem. ok, now i'm sure a lot of you are saying, "but that class is HARD." it's not, really. there's just a ton to memorize. if this does then, then what's the product? what if it reacts with this? what if it's riding on the Disney monorail and goofy sits on it? but i don't know what it is, but my mind has been on a permanent vacation since about september. i don't know if it's my anti-anxiety med or what, but i have the attention span of a flea. and it's not just school, it's at work, too.
so here is where my dream of curing muscular dystrophy ends. maybe. i guess if i'm not riddled with altzheimers at the tender age of 35 i can carry on when i feel like getting into thiols and hydrobromization. somehow, i doubt that will happen, but hey. who knows?
the real question is: now what?
it's amazing the unsatisfied path your life takes when you don't make goals for yourself. let me be more clear: obtainable goals. if you're a chick and your goal is to become pope, you're setting yourself up for disappointment. but really, these last 10 years, i feel like i've been dabbling at life, not really immersing myself in anything or getting more than my feet wet.
after i realized how piss-poor the pay was for book designers, i thought i'd try my brain at science. i took anatomy and physiology. i told myself, "self, if you do well in this class, maybe you should consider a career change." i got an A+. i rocked that class. and this was the first class where my teacher said to me, "you're pretty good at this." the only comment i got like that in art school was a laugh when i confirmed with my graphics 1 prof that i declared graphic design as major (not a positive response).
so i continued on. i took biology 121 at harold washington. again, was complimented on my smartz. took college algebra. complimented again. i even managed to get an A in chem 201 and a B in chem 202.
that's where my smartz stop.
i am getting a D in organic chem. ok, now i'm sure a lot of you are saying, "but that class is HARD." it's not, really. there's just a ton to memorize. if this does then, then what's the product? what if it reacts with this? what if it's riding on the Disney monorail and goofy sits on it? but i don't know what it is, but my mind has been on a permanent vacation since about september. i don't know if it's my anti-anxiety med or what, but i have the attention span of a flea. and it's not just school, it's at work, too.
so here is where my dream of curing muscular dystrophy ends. maybe. i guess if i'm not riddled with altzheimers at the tender age of 35 i can carry on when i feel like getting into thiols and hydrobromization. somehow, i doubt that will happen, but hey. who knows?
the real question is: now what?



