Yesterday at work I had to monitor the halls while the kids took the TAKS test, They had from 830 in the morning to 230 in the afternoon to finish this exam. During that time they wanted me to stand out there and escort kids to the bathroom because TAKS= serious business. I was doing alright for the first hour and a half, I calculated how many cartwheels I'd be able to do down the long hallway (at least 10 but if I started correctly definitely 14-15) and I started thinking about what color I should dye my hair. Then I started planning my life and then I worried when I realized I was 21 and still in college, I can pretty much give myself a quarter life crisis any day of the week when I really try.
Around 10 am I had finally calmed down and wasn't really worried about my life or how it hasn't really started so then of course, as if on schedule I started to worry and initially have a mini panic attack. Is this what prison is like? I'm sure in prison they aren't confined to 3 feet and made to sit down every single time you got close to walking a bit PAST the hall, by the evil Social Studies teacher who has been there for 57 years. At least in prison you get to have fights and get awesome prison tats (I want my last name in old english covered with cry now/laugh later faces.) Actually I think prison would be worse but it took all my strength not to walk down the stairs and run for freedom, to frolick in the grass and then die a little because it's allergy season.
I've been having extremely vivid dreams lately, I wonder if they are some sort of omen? I guess I should be worried, in most of the dreams they are showing me ALMOST die which makes me sad cause each way is really lame and I really doubt I'm going to be eaten by sharks or be trampled at a Hanson concert. Oh god I could be trampled at a Hanson concert they are popping up everywhere.
I miss my youth.
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