Today as someone exited from Radio Shack they said" hua hua I just farted." This someone was none other than a middle aged man dressed in his suit. classy sir, just classy.
should have just gave me the bird
When I was in High School we had those really lame "career assessment tests" they tested in you in five categories: math, science, reading, english, and mechanical comprehension. at the end of these tests there was also a 60 question survey that helped "characterize" each person. The main goal behind these tests are to help students find out what subjects are their strong suits and possible careers with those subjects at the core. Most of the students in my class didn't take the test serious, I was not one of them, I wanted to find out exactly what I was good at and where I was waiting my time. The day the test came I read the questions to a T, answered to the best of my ability, and waiting patiently for the next section.
The next month I waited for my results to come in. Finally durning my science class our school councilor came in and passed them back. I remember that she passed them back in reverse alphabetical order, almost as a way of torturing me. I could see everyone's faces and start to hear the dull roar as everyone was excited and comparing results. finally she called my name and I went to receive mine. I looked at the piece of paper and looked for my score. they were on a scale of Poor, Below Average, Average, Good, and Great. my scores were as follows.
Math: Good
Science: Good
Reading: Good
English: Good
Mechanical Comprehension: Good
Below the scores was a map that placed you in a sector based on your scores. I was in the middle, sector G. In sector G there was no career and it was in the dead center, almost as if they computer that graded all of the scantrons didn't know where to place me. I was the only one to get that placement in my class.
I explain all of that to say this, being good at everything means you're not great at anything.
While enrolled in a sociology class at ECU my professor told me this: Specialization is the only way for a society to grow, one most make more than he/she has and sell the excess to another individual who can't make enough for him/herself.
Because I'm not great at anything i will always be the one buying from someone who is great at it. at first i thought this was all wishy washy theory. I started thinking, what have I ever done that I was great at...
I have a very small list.
1) I believe I'm the only one who can tell you how to solve a rubiks cube over the phone.
2) I can lie better than all my friends.
Ta Duh! Those are the only two things I'm great at. So for all those who were blessed with the ability to be great at things and bad at others, we who are good at all things, toast to your fortune.
Before I go. This is the Christmas season. My youth pastor has always been the kindest person to me and i really want to get him something, but I don't know his address so I'll have to give it to him as a late Christmas present, maybe even a surprise. but this is the T-Shirt I want to get him, I think it's great because he's really into the coen brothers and hot rod kinda humor. I hope he likes it!
Backing the Attack,
General Lee
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