I have had many ideas as to what the hell I'm going to do with myself in June. I've been applying to a million and a half schools, and I just hope that some of the readers of my essays are "trekkies." They say you're supposed to differentiate yourself from the other crack pots applying for college; how many other kids are going to write about Mr. Spock?
Some of my half-assed attempts to become a professional have been fairly diverse; I've wanted to be an astronaut, an architect, a doctor, a scientist, and a music production engineer. In all likelihood I'll end up with some kind of science or programming degree; science because I can understand it, programming because I wouldn't mind the monotony of the work. However, I'm planning on taking a good deal of psychology and criminology courses because I've found my true calling: I will become The Question.
I found a video
which explains how to make the mask at a relatively inexpensive price. Someone will have to know my secret in order to help me put on the mask, but becoming a faceless vigilante of justice (?) sounds just about perfect.
Even if I have to run around in the cold, spying on people, collecting data, finding connections, it would be the ultimate puzzle. I might even open up a P.I. side business under the pseudonym Vikki Sage. I'll have a daytime life, a job, friends, a couple of music groups to play in, but at night, I'll become the shadows. Who knows? I might stumble upon a nefarious plot, which my soon-to-be-acquired computer skills help me unravel. Or, inspire others to take up the mantle that superheroes, the warriors of modern myth, have laid out for us. Perhaps the dream I had earlier this year will prove prophetic, and a group, nay league, of heroes will arise.
I can only hope, and prepare.
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