a first?

This is an old wooden wheelchair behind Brian's grandma's house. So quaint.

I never hesitate to choose the handicapped stall, as I had gone a full 22 years without ever seeing a handicapped person in a public restroom. My justification for this was destroyed the other day, when I saw a wheelchair parked outside of the restroom, and crutches leaning against the inside of the handicapped stall. A moral obligation had now fallen upon me. No more roomy stalls for me...or so I thought. The girl then walked out carrying her crutches. Fake. I'm not changing.

After studying spinal cord injury for my undergraduate thesis, one would think me to be more sensitive.
I AM profoundly against parking in a handicapped parking space when the person to whom the pass was given is not present.


There will be a "my chosen path pt.2", but not until finals are finished. I will then be better able to judge the efficacy of my schooling.

Oh...it turns out I had written similarly about why I am more suited to be a professor than a doctor, but it was back in '04, so that doesn't count. Upon inspection, I was fearful of using many paragraphs back then.