It sounds as though you've been diagnosed with some horrible face eating tumor that will feed on your face, continue onto your brain, then move down the spinal column proliferating and making new baby face eating tumors that will one day control all of the world. (I just got back from an anatomy lecture) I'm glad that you've found something in your crazy schedule to keep you in the moment and not feel bogged down. I hope everything goes well, and I'm looking forward to June when I get to cheer you on while you take the walk of glory.
I have, fortunately, not been diagnosed with a face tumor, though a good hour on webMD has left me in paralyzing fear of a whole host of ailments. No tumors.
As for the walk of glory, oh what glory there shall be. Glorious glory. Like the rising sun cresting over a field of victory strewn with the crow-eaten corpses of fallen enemies. Only in this case the enemies will be fellow students and their parents. And they won't be fallen. Most of them, anyway.
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Lil' Brudder
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As for the walk of glory, oh what glory there shall be. Glorious glory. Like the rising sun cresting over a field of victory strewn with the crow-eaten corpses of fallen enemies. Only in this case the enemies will be fellow students and their parents. And they won't be fallen. Most of them, anyway.
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