All the pictures you’ve been seeing have been from this scrapbook that I made for a developmental psychology class my senior year of high school. The same scrapbook that predicted me getting married in June of 2007.
I scanned the rubric for the assignment and saw that I got 110% on it. I’m certain that scores like this must have contributed to my neuroses after my formal education was complete. In other words, I always did well in school, but now get frustrated when I suck at life.
“My crystal ball predicts that you may do something career-wise besides advertising but what do I know.”
Nothing, clearly.
August 1st, 2008 at 3:52 pm
I had to do one for my psych class, too. I dragged it out Tuesday night because I wanted to show Keith the picture of my dog I had growing up. It’s kind of funny looking back on that stuff now. I was going to be a telecom major and now I work in a hospital.
My teacher did not have a crystal ball.
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August 1st, 2008 at 8:51 pm
She might know more than you think - your life is far from over, Jenni K.
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