my awesome imagination

we made chicken last night. 

it was delicious. 

but more importantly my antics while i was sautéing the chicken reminded me of an extra credit project i concocted when i was a freshmen in high school.   

my biology class gave you the opportunity to opt out of the final exam if you had enough points. 
in a last ditch effort to make it to that coveted "super A" i made the worst super hero ever.

we had done a section about why everyone in medieval england died horrible deaths as a result of dysentery.

i'm a horrible person.

my poorly drawn comic did get me 80 points though.

i thought i was so cool. 

in reality i was a 15 year old high school kid who had just spent the last semester so steeped in homework and determined to get super A's i forgot what being social was, and subsequently how not to be awkward.

but man my GPA was awesome.