Something like Psycho Babble

So I haven't actually made it to the financial aid office yet. I don't know if I am dreading what they will tell me or just not ready to face another one of the lady's being a total jerk to me.

Everytime I go in to ask a question they look at me like the silly little bruises on my arms are really from some kind of drug addiction.

I have lead such a sheltered life in a small Wyoming town, I am not even sure what type of drug I would shoot into my arm with a needle. How lame am I, or maybe it is a good thing. I am not sure right now.

I am finding that I know nothing about a lot of things. I used to think I was pretty street smart, because I was for sure not very book smart. I have now come to the conclusion, that I am street smart for the meighborhood I lived in back home, but no where else, and that most of my knowledge is just common sense.

Does that make me a dumb person?

Last month in a moment of weakness, I submitted one of the poems I wrote after having a fight with my parents this summer to poetry.com. Today, bonkrood checked the mail and there was something for me from poetry.com. After studing and discussing my poem, they have decided that it is a semi-finalist, and that it is going to be published in a book.

I will see what happens. Maybe I will get somemoney from it. Who knows.

It is crazy, I didn't really think it was that good of a poem. Amazing.