Fear my Tentacled Might!

Someone please explain to me why school counselors ignore the imminent arrival of college applications and deadlines until months after our parents have begun pestering and harassing us about things over a year away. Luckily, I come prepared with the news that I have rifle scholarships available and I'm on top of things, thank you very much.

Then they ask me what I want to study.

Apparently saying "I want to design video games" makes me turn into a giant, tentacled eyeball that fears people and sics my evil orcs on your healer.

Or something.

I have never seen someone look as shell-shocked over the news that a teenage knows what she wants to do with her life as mine did a few minutes ago. Her eyes glazed over, slack-jawed, that ever-amusing "uhhhhrrrrr" emitting... you'd think I'd told her I want to kill babies for a living. (Not that'd I'd object to that. Damn kids.) It got even better when I told her that the school I'm eyeballing has a well-developed computer sciences and graphics design program, as well as is located in a convenient area near the headquarters for major game companies. This was followed by the information that I'm taking classes already to prepare myself.

The poor women looked like my Mom did when I came home with a $300 processor for Gopher.

By the way, if you haven't done so already, go pick up "Wolverine: Origins." It tells a bit of the early history of everyone's favorite X-man (ok, so there are cooler characters. Shhh.) and is visually stunning, as well as has a functional and riveting plot to keep you reading.

Time to go shoot of emails to schools and appease the women in my life.

Amy out.