Here's my plea

              I don't know what to do with my life. I've been told at my age this is not a bad thing, in fact it can be a good thing- what is left out of that equation however, is the necessity of intelligence. It's one thing to be a wandering intellect. It's another thing to be a jobless hobo applying for work at a gas station. So what happens when your not the brightest bulb, with out an interest in anything useful to further your life? Does the process start in grade school? It's true that those students who generally do well in elementary school will go on to do as well or better in middle, and so on (strictly grade wise). It's also true that kids who struggle early on will most likely have problems all the way down the line. Does this mean that that toothless man mopping up the vomit in the Shell stations' bathroom actually never had a chance to really soak up any knowledge? He's not sure what he wants to do with his life, and if somehow he did manage to figure it out he would have absolutely no resources to lean on- his "mind bank", if you will, would be empty.  Of course, this is an extreme case, and obviously not everyone who didn't score a 2400 on their SAT's end up mopping floors. But what about a college drop out.  Whatever degree they were working towards just wasn't working for whatever reason and now they find themselves back at ma and pa's sitting on their coach crying over all the lost time and money. This sounds a bit like what Steve Jobs went though- dropped out of school, didn't know what to do with him self-lost-however not everyone has the luxoury of being a freakin' genius. Or if not a genius, a generous "mind bank". How does an average college student catch up on a wealth of knowledge that others already have stored away in their brains?


Hello, My name is Mary. This blog is for me, mostly, and my sanity, (I realize that opting to stare at a computer screen for hours would be considered the beginning of the end of sanity, just go with it) and for you. I hope you can find something that resonates with you and whatever happy little messes you happen to run into along the way.

NOTE TO READER: I can't spell! sorry!