From the Vault: Fortune Telling
I haven't posted for awhile. I've been a bit busy lately. To get the ball rolling again, here's a gem from the old scrapbook.
From the header of the paper, this was a "make-believe diary" of what I thoughts I would be doing ten years from the time I filled it out. So, here's what nine-year-old Brett thought nineteen-year-old Brett's day would be like. I'm reprinting them here for clarity and for spelling correctness:
| 7:00 | I will be going to college. |
| 8:00 | I will be going to classes. |
| 9:00 | In computer room. |
| 10:00 | Going to vet (veterinary) school. |
| 11:00 | In artist class. |
| 12:00 | I will be eating at Arby's. |
| 1:00 | In library. |
| 2:00 | In scientist school. |
| 3:00 | Watching television. |
| 4:00 | Eating dinner. |
| 5:00 | Getting ready to go to arcade. |
| 6:00 | Going to the video arcade. |
| 7:00 | In the video arcade. |
First off, I love the spellings/misspellings. Sintest school? Arabys?
But my favorites have to be my plans for the last three timeslots. That's three documented hours dedicated to the arcade. There's a full hour just to prepare (probably doing some kind of hand stretching). Another hour to get there. And at least one hour playing games. I have to assume there would be a fourth hour to get home. There's also probably an undocumented fifth hour to cool down from the intense gaming. And I have to think nineteen-year-old Brett wouldn't invest four hours in arcade warm-up/cool-down/travel for a single hour at the arcade. Surely there's another hour or two of gaming. That's six or seven hours or arcade! Where on earth would I find to time to keep up with my art school studies?
















