Apparently I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.
You have to figure that there is something seriously wrong with somebody who wants to enter a profession that deals with whether people are screwing enough. Dealing with spirits, spooks, and demons almost seemed normal.
I really should come with a warning label.
Other than the voices in my head, I think I’m pretty normal.
It is not easy being trapped in a school that is caught between cornfields and cows.
An idiot will do anything, no matter how stupid, because he is afraid of what everybody will think of him if he does nothing. A genius, on the other hand, is content to do nothing, no matter what people think, if he can’t find anything worth doing.