I was once late for an exam (1/2 hour late entirely my fault.) Rushed through it. Realized I had screwed up a question worth 1/5 the exam and was rewriting it when I was told I was out of time. I just needed 5 minutes. Asshole wasn’t going to give it to me. He yelled. I snapped and yelled back.

After I was warned for the last time, I submitted my exam paper deep into the pile of exams and then I turned around and flipped the proctor off in front of a thousand other shocked students.

It was my fault, but I don’t like it when anyone gets in my face.

Also remembered what also pissed me off. The old geezer ignored several other folks doing the same thing while he locked onto dumbass me. Vaguely remember that the others were white.

I still did well enough to have my choice of Big 10 and 12 schools; Hook ‘em Horns (who upset the Sooners today yaay!).

I have been deemed “smart” by my associates, but I hated standardized tests or anything that would restrict me from my intuitive ways, also I just never gave a real fuck to prove myself to anyone. Guess that would explain my faltering financial success in life, but I really don’t give a fuck about that either, if you are destitute all the time, an economic collapse doesn’t mean horseshit, as it is same shit different day.

Talibunny’s anemic SAT scores only endears her to the neocon power brokers as they have pretty much only interest in figure heads for presidents since Reagan.

As for further education: I did take a course in tap-dancing which I have used professionally (to the mirth of my colleagues). Also singing and acting classes. (Yes, one can learn how to act. It helps to have talent but techniques can be learned)

Seeing everyone go through this economic melt-down reminds me of most of my professional life. The shock to my system is when I do have security not when I don’t.

Latest twist is that there’s no public record of Trig’s birth at that hospital. Not necessarily incriminating — parents can choose to keep such records private — but curious for a small town with a locally famous pregnancy.

But perhaps that’s just us being nosy. Yet we’re only following the example set by Palin herself, who demanded that her mayoral opponent show proof of marriage. Seems the opponent and spouse kept their own last names, which we all know is a telltale sign of Satanism.

I did find myself wondering that Monday morning past whether the campaign’s announcement of Bristol’s pregnancy was a deliberate smokescreen from the weekend’s Trig rumors. Events moved on, but that question remains on the table.

and i def remember taking the LSAT’s and at least one bar exam stoned. so where did it get me?
disalusionment, discontent, rage and a substance abuse problem.
it also got me constructing elaborate sandcastles with rasta children and packing to go live in the belly of the beast of the world to join mr. i’m-giving-him-one more-chance-the-cheating-fuckhead.
(who by the way, dropped out of college, as did all the other really successful people i know) edumacation. yay.

yes nojo, kindling.

I read whatever catches my interest. My parents thought I was into drugs when I started reading about the history of Cocaine. I wasn’t but just trying to understand a little about the phenomena that consumes many of us. I followed up with learning about high finance and how the stock market is really played from memoirs of insiders. It’s the only reason I have a flicker of insight into what is going on right now.

It’s sad that I see a lot of people I knew in university who haven’t read a damned book and refuse to learn anything since.

@Mistress Cynica: My mother always says the only profession I’m constitutionally suited for is becoming one of those archly elegant, uptown women with a scandalous past, who– after putting years of racy misadventures behind her–finally settles down into a muted, tasteful, and discreet middle-age…i.e. her.

I’m not sure yet whether it’s a brilliant or a horrible future.