the one about hiroshima
yeah, that was me about a week and a half ago.
this class is killing me.
i called it my "emotional hiroshima." of course, this pic was perfect because --if you're so inclined-- you can see the clown face right in the mushroom cloud itself.
such absurdity in the face of something we take so seriously. that's probably how i should be looking at it. my life won't end if i fail this class. sure, i'll most likely be kicked out of school because of my crappy GPA, which means i'll be stuck with student loans and nothing to show for it, still amounting to nothing but a high school diploma in a family with nothing but multi-degree holders. hell, my baby sister's in her Master's program right now. and sure, it'll do a number on my self-image because let's face it, it's not like i'm really all that confident right now or feeling like i amount to anything worth counting. so far, i'm everything my parents drilled into me was beneath me. so maybe i'm pinning way too much on this class and my successful completing of it.
on the other hand, maybe i'm not?
mushroom cloud. bozo's face. sure, there might be nuclear winter, but at least the cloud's laughing, right?