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Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Grar. Me = grumpy with all creativity. I've decided I'm going to chuck it and become an accountant. Yes, thank you, I remember that I mis-added my own SAT scores, and that I hate numbers, but you can earn a living as an accountant. So there.
But not much of one. And you don't want to be a number-cruncher. It involves, you know, numbers. And math. And it induces slydexia. Dyselxia. You know what I mean.
Back at my high school, Lancaster Mennonite, we had a teacher named Mr. Rufenacht. Nice guy, really. Quiet, related to me on my mom's side, what have you. He taught accounting classes and on the wall of his classroom was a poster. The poster had a picture of a truly extreme-looking snowboarder flying down some wicked slopes. Underneith it said:
I never live with balance.
I always wake up nervous.
Light comes at me sideways;
I hold my breath forever.
I never live with balance,
though I've always liked the notion.
I feel that endless hunger
for energy and motion.
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But not much of one. And you don't want to be a number-cruncher. It involves, you know, numbers. And math. And it induces slydexia. Dyselxia. You know what I mean.
Back at my high school, Lancaster Mennonite, we had a teacher named Mr. Rufenacht. Nice guy, really. Quiet, related to me on my mom's side, what have you. He taught accounting classes and on the wall of his classroom was a poster. The poster had a picture of a truly extreme-looking snowboarder flying down some wicked slopes. Underneith it said:
"Imagine what YOU can do as a CPA!
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