I could have gone to an ivy league school. I could have earned the grades and the test scores but to do so would have been to foresake my first love: music. Likewise I could have attained the slightly higher degree of technical profficiency to be competitive at a school for music but then I wouldn’t have had a very well rounded education. Finally I could have taken a few extra classes, spent less time in Europe and graduated three years earlier with my class. But then I just would have gotten some job, probably have been laid off and hence be just as depressed and pathetic as you saps. Now whose made bad decisions?

Believe it or not individuals have been critical of the decisions I have made over the years. When I read the link posted by Erin all I could do was laugh. Let me tell you why your man KF Li continues to set the curve for success.

I spend alot of time in the cigar shop and lonely rich men often come in and buy me a cigar in exchange for my stimulating company. Oddly, a regular asked me if I had a place to stay for the night. No matter. I asked one how he defined success and he said success was defined as the day to day control you exercise over your own life. I hope my buddy’s girl is reading this.

Every day, every decision I make is my own. When to get up, when and what to eat and wear. Whether to take a job substitute teaching should one be available, what to watch on TV, etc. If I decide to work that day I disregard the teacher’s lesson plan. Let’s face it, if they knew what the best lessons in life were, they wouldn’t have ended up as just teachers. After all, I am teaching much better than they are and I never had to go through that accreditation process. Why pay your dues if they’re optional? I bet they pay suggested donations at museums too.

My kids are always making bad decisions. Doesn’t matter what class I teach. The girls especially. They are always dating losers. They never come over when I invite them to tutor/counsel them privately. The guys are not much better. One of them asked me about college and whether I was worried about my loans. I asked him if he worried about his bills. He replied he was 15. I hope I sub in his logic or his economics class so I can teach him how to make a rational argument or that people aren’t charged differently for goods depending on age. You know unless it’s the movies and you’re a senior citizen.

I respect Triforce though despite having to blog in front of a webcam with a dunce cap on. Alpha Man is already demanding I be stricken from the blog on the ground that I give Asians, Males, student debtors and humans a bad name. I think he’s jealous because everyone assumes I’m smart because I am Asian and that he has just robbed a liquor store. Probably because he looks so sad and surly all the time. Once I bought him a bag with dollar signs on it with some money I owed him for my Mom’s prescription. He was unamused.

Triforce though is my hero. I asked him for that cash and he referred me to one of his original posts and then punched me in the stomach. I didn’t go down though. Keg beats a six pack every time. I think I am going to go be a lawyer in Cali should the East Coast start to cramp my style. You don’t need a JD there you just have to pass the bar. Triforce is always bragging about how easy it is, how he finished with hours to spare, how it’s not even worth cheating on. At first I didn’t believe him but get this- in California the bar is PASS/FAIL! Whose bright idea was that?! Talk about a bad decision. California Here I Come!