A Metaphor Of My Life

This is what happened during Convocation at Middlebury a few days ago:

During the president's address, there is a cane that is passed around the first year students. Legend has it that the cane, once used by a very venerable professor at Midd, possesses "magical powers" and "good luck" for anyone who touches it. So, the cane goes from freshman to freshman, each n00b getting his or her own chance to have an awesome time during college or accomplish something huge here. The cane eventually makes its way to me.

I have no idea what the hell this long piece of wood is doing in my hands (haha, insert sex joke here, here, and here.) I look at some of the freshmen, bewildered as to what I am supposed to do next. Frustrated, a girl sitting next to me simply yanks the cane away, absorbs her share of good luck, and gives the cane to the next lucky guy.

And that, my internet audience, was a dead-on summary of my high school career. I don't even know when opportunity will come my way until it's right in my face, flashing its goodies before me, and even then--! I will sit there, dazed and confused, and go: wtf? Who are you? Opportunity will then become pissed off and move on to someone more deserving of its gifts.

And I am still sitting there. Wondering. And when I realize what has just happened, it will be too late. It will always be too late.

Good night.