On Beyond Zebra

Dr. Seuss was brilliant.

Anyways, so I've been thining about what I'm going to do after I graduate from CBC. I have no answer, so that makes me question why I'm dropping $12k a year to graduate from a school I'm going to do nothing with. I know that at one point, I had a plan to like, teach or something after school, meaning go to more school so that I could do that. I suppose I wouldn't mind a masters. It'd be nice to say that to my co-workers at Costco. Yeah. I got a masters.

But now I just don't know why I want to teach, or what'd I want to teach, and if I do want to teach why am I going to bible school isn't that just sorta silly. Bible school is for people who want to go into ministry, isn't it. If I just want to work, and work hard, then I should go to a different school. I should jump on the bloody nursing bandwagon before the train leaves the terminal. How's that for mixing metaphors. I should be a metaphorical bartender. Giggle.

I just know that I feel better at the end of the day when I'm tired. When my body is sore and achy. I know that I love to give 'er all day long as hard and as fast as I can. I like doing manual labour. I know that I don't feel that way after school, so I won't feel that way after teaching. I can "give it my all" mentally, but it's not the same.

So what then? Do I go to school and work hard in the summers, learning trades to support my mental achievements, slowly going farther and farther into debt as I academically wander about?

Yeah.

I guess so. I got nothing better to do.








Other than eat this popcorn.