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I held the door shut...

I know a lot of cheesy inspirational quotes say "hold the door open for opportunities" as a metaphor for having new experiences and opportunities to work with, but what about metaphoric flies? No one ever thinks about that. What about a really bad opportunity?

I'm in a good mood today, as you can tell, so I wanna talk about the bad results I have seen by trying things I knew I wouldn't be good at but was pushed to do them by my parents, peers, or friends.

#1: Riding a rollercoaster after eating. Can you guess how that story ended? (You probably can.) So, my friends and I drove up to Denver to go to Elidge Gardens. I was a bit hungry so I had some food, and immediately my friends wanted to go on the rollercoaster. I tried to say no, that I'll just watch and wait for them to get back, but they pushed me to ride with them and I threw up as soon as I got off the ride.

#2: AP. American Literature. I wasn't always interested in Literature, and my A.P. American Lit. class made me hate it when I was done. You know why? I failed it. I knew I wouldn't like it, and I failed it. I had to retake the class with the same teacher and somehow made it out with a C. And now I'm an English, Literature major. My life is so ironic.

#3: Accounting 1. My dad has always been worried about my future (as all parents are) and believes I'm on the wrong path for a career because teachers don't get paid well. If I'm not paid well, I can never be independent which means I will end up living with them forever and that is bad news for all of us. So he pushed me to take Accounting class in high school. Luckily, I had Mr. Gould to get me through the class, but I didn't really learn anything about accounting. If anything I hated it. But I ended up with a good grade from the class, so my dad thinks I should be an accountant.

Metaphorical flies suck...

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