You know when you’re going to have an amazing day when you wake up pissed off. Really, I’m a generally happy-go-lucky person but this has happened before. I remember vividly waking up enjoyably with the sun shining on my face doing one of those childish full-body-reaching-out-in-every-direction type of stretches only to realize a split second later that I did not turn in a lab for my MATLAB programming class.

Well, this morning I woke up happy to realize that I forgot to submit the simplest part of an application… a 2x2 inch picture of myself most likely sacrificing any chances of being considered. I had even meticulously spent the time to decide which picture… it showed my good side… it showed I was sensitive… it showed I was strong… it showed I was dumb enough not to attach it to my application E-mail…

Yeah. Awesome.

So I did the only logical thing any self-respecting college student really could do. I called my Mom.

I was always curious to know when that kind of Mom-Calling-Phase of my life would end. Then I realized that answer was simple. “Never.” I think the day I stop phoning my mother in moments of severe emotional need is the day I become a feathered sea lion and eat Otter Pops for breakfast. (Then again, I’ve already completed the Otter Pops portion.)

To be honest, I’m lucky to have such a relationship with my parents. In that very moment of disbelief in my own sheer brilliance I could only think of 3 people I wanted to talk to and all of them shared my last name. I’m a fortunate kid to have such a family. As my mother put it, “Family is the only people who will still love you if you murdered someone… We wouldn’t really be too happy but I’d send you cookies in the mail.” (Yeah, she really said that to me. How dare you question how cool my mother is?)

So, in short, I kind of hosed myself this morning, which does happen. Back in the day I was convinced I was invincible. Basically in the 8^th grade, I thought I could never fail at anything. If you could imagine, that thought process did not last too long--probably about 2 days when I inevitably failed something. I’ve won my fair share of events; I’ve lost my fair share. I’ve succeeded and I’ve failed and in some odd way I find comfort in that. I’m not the kid at college that has been coasting his whole life who in essence is bound to fail soon enough and when he does it’s bound to suck, royally.

Ergo, yes, I did wake up this morning in one of those teeth-grinding-self-pillow-smothering types of ways but in all honesty, I have a feeling that will happen a couple more times in my life. And there’s always more chances… unless I murder someone and am sentenced to life.

But at least my mommy will send me cookies.

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