Storm Trooper or Bust
Don’t Stop Believing!

Been a few weeks now because I could journal my feelings or buckle down and study the engineering schematics for the Death Star.  I chose the latter.  Especially since DeVry is out at least until next semester.  This could actually be a more solid path for my resume. 

I have been focusing on all your basic Storm Trooper requirements just to get through these initial weeks when opportunity knocked on the shiny white helmet.  I was getting ready to check out at the Canteen again (actually against the rules since recruits are expected to eat for free in the Storm Trooper Recruit Mess Hall, but their omelets are rubbery and over-cooked.  This is what is usually referred to as don’t ask, don’t tell, just order) when a matchbook happened to catch my eye.  When it asked me to draw what I saw for a scholarship (hopefully to IADT, but once again, NO!), I did.  I mean how hard is it to draw Bambi’s head.  Here is the uncanny thing.  Bambi’s head is the exact model for the Death Star’s sublight drive for antimatter engines (give or take a fraction of the nostril opening and it’s effect on the amount of gravity generated by the centrifuge to make the death star habitable and serviceable as opposed to one of those relics that just let any size object or creature float around in space).  What a fluke.  Upon closer inspection, I saw that the ad on that matchbook cover was actually for Famous Artists and Death Star Pilot Correspondence School.  The good news is that, although I only got a scholarship to cover half my tuition  (Apparently no one appreciated my juxtaposition of said deer head in a nice cami outfit holding a death-ray gun as a statement of what Bambi’s true calling was), with my pay and a call to a little friend I like to call “AmScot”, I am IN.

But when good things happen, you need to document it.  After all, there is much work ahead.  And I want to send my appreciation out there to the Dark Side and all his shadowy friends.  Or ITS shadowy friends.  Not a lot of people get to fly the Death Stars, but it is my destiny.  It is my calling.  Wonder if I can make it do a wheely.  Party on, Darth.