My life has certainly not been going according to plan.
When I was just a boy, I dreamed of great things. For
example, I thought I might be the first person to ever attend the California
State Science fair seven years in a row. I was among the first group of young
minds to get in starting from the sixth grade, then I returned in 7th,
and won first place in my division in 8th. I was pretty proud. When
I got to high school, I was gung-ho to be a scientist and continue my perfect
science fair attendance, maybe add another newspaper article to my collection
of silly childhood achievements that inexplicably get written about in local
newspapers. Then, I met my science teachers, and all my dreams of becoming a
scientist were dashed by a couple of incompetent asses. Actually just one, dude
didn’t even know that .5 rounds up, c’mon.
