I'm dedicating this post to one of my few, hmm...avid? readers. Randy.

However, I ran into a bit of a dilemma: what should I write about. So I took a moment (as in a literal moment) and decided it should fall under the realm of one of these categories. The educational system. Hunting. Or pig roasts. Sadly, pig roasts are obviously out because of my last post. So I'll just cover the other two to compensate.

Hunting

I have little experience with this subject. Although, I have shot several guns: 12 gauge, .410, .22, and a pellet gun (if that even counts). I accept hunting as a means to fill my freezer; however, I don't like imagining shooting a victim that is completely oblivious to their unfortunate fate. (Blech, say that sentence ten times fast) So all I will say about this topic is regarding the Olympic event involving a very elegant sport (cross-country skiing) and a very NOT elegant sport. In the words of Jerry Seinfeld: "Cross-country skiing and shooting. Why not make it the breaststroke and strangle a guy?"

The Educational System

I present to you a timeline of the way a student sees their principal throughout their years of public schooling.

Kindergarten: The President.

Grade 3: The guy who can't sing the national anthem in tune every Monday.

Grade 6: The guy who sent me home to watch TV for three days because I kicked a soccer ball out the window.

Grade 9: The guy who sent me home to watch TV for three days because he caught me tee-peeing his car.

Grade 12: The guy who's signing the papers to get me the heck outta here.


Randy, you know I was never this student. Just thought I would remind you, as you may be my future employer.