And woke up screaming from a borrowed Dream...
I forgot what song that's from, tell me who it was and I'll give em credit ;). Suddenly my youth is crashing down about me and I'm confronted by the real world... I remember the first time I announced that I wanted to be an engineer--It was 2nd grade in music class, and I was dressed up for career day in a button up pocket shirt with a green and blue tie. No pocket protector, but I'm pretty sure I had a pencil stuck in there.
She had asked me if I wanted to be a man when I grow up.
Engineering was what my father did and I wanted to be just like him. Before that I wanted to be an artist, yet my hopes were dashed in kindergarten, hehe I was too old for my age. So, for the past 10 years I haven't really put any SERIOUS thought into going anywhere but UMR and becoming an engineer (there was that whole TuLane thing, but it was merely pipe dream). Now that I'm accepted and I have no other choice I'm frightened. Sure, calculus and chemistry make me happy and keep me sane, but will my love for the subjects be short-lived? I think I will be happy, but thinking isn't knowing and the mysterious reeks of danger. Maybe I'll end up fucking around with protein synthesis. Yay for fearless Catheads! I want a job where I can live in Germany for a while...maybe live in a castle like McCaffrey... I finished Huckleberry Finn last night. A lot better that I expected, but I'm partial to satire. Despite mt mind chasing it's tail I'm happy because I'm liberated.
She had asked me if I wanted to be a man when I grow up.
Engineering was what my father did and I wanted to be just like him. Before that I wanted to be an artist, yet my hopes were dashed in kindergarten, hehe I was too old for my age. So, for the past 10 years I haven't really put any SERIOUS thought into going anywhere but UMR and becoming an engineer (there was that whole TuLane thing, but it was merely pipe dream). Now that I'm accepted and I have no other choice I'm frightened. Sure, calculus and chemistry make me happy and keep me sane, but will my love for the subjects be short-lived? I think I will be happy, but thinking isn't knowing and the mysterious reeks of danger. Maybe I'll end up fucking around with protein synthesis. Yay for fearless Catheads! I want a job where I can live in Germany for a while...maybe live in a castle like McCaffrey... I finished Huckleberry Finn last night. A lot better that I expected, but I'm partial to satire. Despite mt mind chasing it's tail I'm happy because I'm liberated.