good will hunting

I feel like Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting... except I'm terrible at math. I'm doing this menial job, when I know I could be doing better. I had this great plan of returning to Canada and going back to school but that all fell apart. Now I'm learning that I had more options but it's too late for this semester. I have to wait for next semester.

I'm sure I'm being paranoid or maybe I'm not. I can feel the condescending looks the students give me when I make them fries. Like, poor her.. good thing I'm a student. But I'll still be doing this when I go back to school. I don't know where I'm going with this. I guess it's hard to deal with when people from my past keep appearing at my counter with this surprised look on their face. "What are you doing here?" They ask, as if I'm being held prisoner there. This is what happens when you drop out of school, move to a foreign country, and then move back to NANAIMO to take care of your mother.

I'm going back to school in January but not in Vancouver. None of my plans have followed through, and I'm sure they won't follow through. I'm sick of planning shit. It just leads to disappointment. Where's my Robin Williams?