I had a hard time waking up today. I dragged myself into the subway train, still sleepy and not very excited about what my workday was going to be like. Little that I knew I was getting into the “train of opportunities”:
“Where you go this year is up to you.”
“Lead poisoning? We can help!”
“Gorgeous looking skin!”
“Find your dream job without going to college”
“Don’t let IMPOTENCE ruin your sex life”
“Give your feet a break”
“Make law school a reality”
… And all I thought I was getting was a mere trip to 23rd St.
It is too early to think about all the choices I have in front of me.

I just paid for transportation, so just take me to work, people. It’s just a few blocks away, come on. I don’t want to better myself. I like the direction my mundane career is going. I don’t want better looking teeth. Mine chew and I am happy with that. I don’t want better looking skin. I like my moles, my freckles and my sunspots. They are as close as I will ever get to have a tattoo, they make me unique.
So, sorry, Dr.Z, Touro College, Berkowitz and Cohen, Margarita and The Podiatrist Central. Today I am just riding to work and hoping I make it thru the day with my education, skin conditions, less than perfect feet and teeth, and my humble BA in journalism. Thanks for you interest, though.

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