The scene: junior high gym.
The crowd: a group of newly minted 7th graders sitting on the bleachers.
The time: first day of gym class in the big pond known as junior high.
The main actor: the gym teacher.
Gym teacher: (paraphrase) Listen, you aren’t in grade school anymore. You’re getting older. You have to start taking care of yourself. You have to shower after each gym class. (verbatim) Because the only one who can’t smell your body odor is…you.
On Monday (seems like a year ago) I shared my secret childhood career goal. Actually, I shared two.
Today I will share my adult career goal. It also contains a warning or a word of wisdom to the younger generation.
My dream job would to be a part of the Mythbuster family. How cool would that be? Show up to work and try to debunk modern myths? Coolest. Job. Ever.
There’s just one small problem. One little hiccup in the get-up. I stink at science. This leads to the word of wisdom to you young-uns: Science can lead to cool careers. Pay attention in school. Learn stuff. The boring stuff. The stuff you don’t think will come in handy later. It does. And it pays better than (oh say) data entry jobs where you are stuck in front of a computer all day while your soul is sucked out bit by bit into the monitor. Just sayin.
It’s kinda too late for me. If I had a job at Mythbusters I could smile and nod at the explanation. But when they start describing how they are going to test the theory, well, that’s where I get a bit lost. I still could smile and nod, mind you, but that’s about it. In other words, if Mythbusters decided to hire me today I’d be nothing more than eye candy. A smile. A nod. And I’d be impressed with every trick they pulled out from their sleeve.
So, if they are looking for a Vanna – I’m that girl. If they are looking for a smarty pants to actually explain science stuff – eh. Guess it will be me and data entry for the rest of my life.
What did you want to be when you grew up? The very first ambition or dream?
I’ll tell you my first goal in life. Okay, my second dream. According to my mom, my first career goal was to be a mail lady. I know, I know. Big dreams for a little tyke. Apparently too lofty of an aim for a small town kid from Wyoming because I never achieved the desired success of being able to deliver mail. Sad to say, I am not a mail lady.
It’s time to watch the annual festive movies. The must-sees:
Alas, I am not musically inclined so only I can hear this in my head as it’s meant to be. Watch this video first, though. It will help. And I do apologize for getting this melody in your head. Once it gets in there, it is very, very hard to get out.
Right next door to me
there lived a celebrity.
You may have heard of him before –
he always takes flight on night 24.
It is finally here, the official start of the Christmas season. I no longer have to feel guilty for watching the sappy Hallmark Christmas movies. Well, I don’t have to feel guilty for watching out of season. I should probably still feel at least a slight twinge of guilt for wasting so much time watching (in essence) the same movie over and over and over again. At the very least, I should feel a slight inclination of embarrassment for disclosing the fact I watch Hallmark movies.
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