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Post by Hauskaz on Apr 3, 2008 22:47:58 GMT -5
Danny's already gagged me with his balls. I'm good to go.
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Post by lily on Apr 3, 2008 22:48:18 GMT -5
sigh.
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Post by Hauskaz on Apr 3, 2008 22:50:45 GMT -5
If only he did...
I must grab a lot of ribbon when I stop being a financial failure.
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Post by lily on Apr 3, 2008 22:54:50 GMT -5
sigh.
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Post by Hauskaz on Apr 4, 2008 21:56:09 GMT -5
I'll add you to my adoption list.
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Post by solocityElectricCyan on Apr 30, 2008 16:28:51 GMT -5
Today I skipped 5th period because my TCJ teacher is a complete homo. Not only does he not show up for school, he leaves generic brown supply teachers to fill in for him that are not even qualified to use machines. What does that mean? The rest of the class can't use the machines.
Enraged, I stood around with Keshav in the section of people that smoke behind the school parking lot. I followed him to his Law class and Mr. Miller also being a complete homo, kicked me out.
Feeling sad and disheartened, I decided to go home.
For some reason, today's journey felt like it was taking forever. Walking towards that downhill forest section, walking across Charolais to get to the Morton Way playground. Even passing through it felt like it took an eternity. Feeling tired and fatigued, I sat down on a bench in front of the woods.
Since there were no niggers around, I had some time to think. The only thing that I could think of was using the yellow mitre saw on pieces of pine, and smelling wood-knots if I could cut them. I realized cutting things is something I could never, ever get bored of. Then I thought back to English class, and the presentation Danny and I did. I realized how much I worked on the assignment, copying out ENTIRE DIALOGUE for no reason. The reference paper was completely misleading. I put so much work into that, and for what? Nothing. Just so a number could go higher for a course that I don't care at all about.
Then I thought to the "fight" Danny and I had. It was rather fun; seeing a close friend of mine strangling me, fighting me. I was scared, but I was happy. I wanted to smash Danny in the face, against the locker, but I didn't. A massive force held me back, so I didn't even think of raising my fist. I just threw his hat like a coward.
After that memory had passed, I took a deep breath, sighed, and looked down on the dirty grass beneath my feet. The birds chirped happily, despite the fact that the woods looked like utter shit. I wondered what I was going to do later, and I was able to put all my thoughts together.
The way I see it, danger is what I like. I have always enjoyed doing dangerous things in my life, things that no one else did. I'd run and cartwheel on balancing beams when I was in grade 3, getting bitched at by Ms. Schwass. I climbed trees to the top, and hung from my hands. Climbed to the roof of Morton Way and hung off the sides. I was a complete idiot, but it's what I enjoyed doing.
Then I think to the recent past. What did I like to do? Technological work.
Programming? Sure, it's a good thing. I run a blank method, and see endless possibilities, right in front of me, but I'm not very good at it.
Computer Engineering? Maybe. I don't know if it was a bad way to go, or if Mr. Davies made it seem that way.
These were the two choices that I had, and I would stick by them. Then semester two came, and I had a boner for the mitre saw.
I realized that I was actually pretty damn good at wood working. And I noticed key differences between the three courses.
1. Computer Science
This is for complete pussies. You think, and put your thoughts down.
Yay.
2. Computer Engineering
This is for quasi-pussies, as pliers, soldering irons and screwdrivers are involved. There is of course a chance, you can hurt yourself. But there is a lot of thought involved as well.
3. Construction Tecnology
Danger; spinning saws, twirling router-bits. This is the thing for me.
Why?
Because as I stated earlier, I have a thing for danger. Fear is what I like the most about my life. Hanging from high places, Danny strangling me, saws spinning wildly. I loved it.
This is probably where I got the idea for the Military.
It is one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, which is what I want to be involved with.
Fuck I hate this shit, go away.
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Post by Hauskaz on Apr 30, 2008 16:59:58 GMT -5
I want Danny to strangle me.
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Post by Duvet on Apr 30, 2008 19:37:27 GMT -5
I'll most likely be going under the visual arts, computing or perhaps both. lol Computer Art.
Some careers I have in mind:
- Comic Book Artist (If I'm not lazy as fuck to finish my comics. That 80 page comic I completed was a life accomplishment for me)
- Computer Engineer (Might as well since I've taken Engineering and put up with Richard Davies for the past 2 years. And I know what I'm doing most of the time)
- Electrician (I realised that I enjoy wiring circuits and I'm pretty good at it)
- Graphics Designer (Though I'm not pro like Danny)
- Video Game Graphics Designer (This one was suggested by Kuldeep and Varun)
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Post by Hauskaz on Apr 30, 2008 19:52:18 GMT -5
Oh yeah, I forgot you made all those comics.
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Post by hellomeow on Apr 30, 2008 21:11:31 GMT -5
It has been a while since I last checked this thread. I think that I cannot quantify exactly what I want to be, but I can most certainly create a scale by which to measure my own degrees of self-fulfillment and satisfaction varying on the type of career I attain.
I enjoy writing and researching essays to some extent, and also I enjoy performing scientific experiments and also reading about science, technology, chemistry, and biology. In this case, the best case scenario for me would be to become a scientist of some kind, possibly a physicist or chemist, I am not very interested in most carbon based life forms but rather the rules and laws that govern their existence.
Another hobby of mine would be reading, on a good series of days I can read most books over 2 or 3 days, on bad ones 4 or 5 days. I like science fiction and historical fiction in particular, which is a fitting preference in fiction for a person who wants to be a scientist. My favourite novelist is Neal Stephenson, who often writes about computers, math, and physics, as well as bringing many elements of historical fiction revolving around famous politicians and scientists. It has also been considered to me many times that I should become a writer or that I should become a librarian, careers that sound reasonably enjoyable to me. But when all is said and done, my favourite subject will always be math.
I am definitely going to be a math major. There is no fucking doubt about this. However I may also choose to major in computer science, since it has been an interest of mine since I was a small child and I have always seemed to enjoy programming things except when I become depressed and begin whining to Andre Gordon for emotional support. Therefore, I would rate my happiness in careers as follows:
Scientist, physicist, theoretical mathematician, chemist, computer programmer, neurologist, math teacher, psychologist, physics teacher, chemistry teacher, librarian, stripper.
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