How Macaroni Helps Me Stay in School

     Whoa. I just kinda had an epiphany. (I think I used that correctly.)

     I'm just sitting here on my computer, scrolling through Facebook and Pointlesssites.com and other random things that aren't of actual real life importance, and whoa.

     I ONLY HAVE 3 YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL LEFT.

     This may not seem like a big deal, but, what. the. heck.

     3 years?

     That's, like, insanity.

     Shortly after I had a seizure-like realization in my computer chair, I started full-out SYDNEYpanicking.

     You've experienced panicking, but never SYDNEYpanicking.

     SYDNEYpanicking consists of me slowly sinking to the floor on my knees, and, unexpectedly, I flop onto my side and begin bawling. And when I say bawling, I mean snot, tears, the whole deal.

     It's not very pretty.

     I just felt like a total failure. My mind looked like this:

   
     But way worse.

     I had so much whirling through my mind. I was insane. I was never going back to school due to my gross incompetence and horrendous irresponsibility. Not to mention my mind-blowing unpreparedness.

     And then the microwave dinged.

     I was so consumed by my 3years epiphany that I had forgotten about my Kraft macaroni that I put in the microwave 3 minutes ago.

     I jumped up and ran to the microwave like Flash on steroids, pushed the button with admittedly WAY more force than was necessary, and began shoveling macaroni in my mouth like it was my job. That ding brought me out of the darkest place I'd ever been and threw me into a pit of soft bunnies and happy fairies and rainbows.

     I've never enjoyed macaroni more in my life.