Pilot's Log

You know that dream that all adults have of being stuck back in Grade School again?  I sort of had a variation on that overnight:

I was handled an examination pamphlet I was supposed to have done back in childhood.  Only I had never seen it before and all the responses inside it were blank.  And then I found a note inside it from my teacher that read Stephen Bierce was in trouble and being disciplined that day so he was unavailable for this assignment.

I would later learn that the faculty at my school was morally opposed to the assignment and wrote notes like it in all the books.  Not only did they keep us from doing the work, they hid the whole thing from us so we would never know it existed.

I have no idea what the dream is supposed to mean.

Many farms in California's Tulare County grow produce for supermarket chains. Here's the problem: Those big stores only want fruits and vegetable that look perfect. So if there are brown spots on the apples or if the zucchinis grow crooked or if the carrots get too big, they are rejected. As a result, 30 percent of the crops go unharvested. That's sad because a lot of poor people who live in Tulare don't have enough to eat. Fortunately, some enterprising food activists have begun to work out arrangements with farmers to collect the wasted produce and distribute it to the hungry folks. I gather there's a comparable situation in your life, Sagittarius: unplucked resources and ignored treasures. In 2014, I hope you take dramatic action to harvest and use them.

My whole life has gone to waste so far.  I went to school and got a degree that seems to not be worth the paper on which it was printed; my work experience is spotty at best and lacks assuring qualities; my skills are either obsolete or incomplete.  It's not so much that I have something that I can exploit--somebody needs to EXPLOIT ME.