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I just wish I could go to sleep until I was 18.
Skip all this crap, high school and everything.
Y'ever hear of Marcel Proust?
He's the guy you teach?
Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay.
Spent twenty years writing a book almost no one reads. But... he was also probably the
greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he gets down to the end of his life, he looks
back and he decides that all the years he suffered -- those were the best years of his
life. Because they made him who he was. And the years he was happy? Total waste. Didn't
learn a thing.
So if you sleep until you're 18? Oh think of the suffering you're going to miss! I mean,
high school? High school, those are you prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering
than that.
You know what? *** beauty contests. Life is one *** beauty contest after another.
You know, school then college, then work. *** that! And *** the Air Force Academy.
If I wanna fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and *** the rest.
Glad you're talking again, Dwayne. You're not nearly as stupid as you look.