Even if it ruins my...what reputation?

Even if it ruins my...what reputation?

"Today, I was going to a Harry Potter convention since I love the books so much. On my drive there I got lost, and it only got worse when my car broke down. Since I forgot my cell phone I decided to try and hitch a ride. I stood on the side of a road for two hours dressed like Ron Weasley. FML"

In Mrs. Ames's Humanities class senior year, we compiled a bucket list of things we would like to achieve or do before we die. Looking back to my list, I realize it could do some reworking and refining as some of them seemed nearly impossible. Now why would I list such goals if I knew I wasn't going to accomplish them in the first place? Because we were seniors, gearing up towards graduation and we were being outlandish. Drew wanted to steal the arc of the covenant and I wanted to kick down a door with my foot in the most epic manner possible. (Though the latter still seems pretty plausible) One of the first revisions I would make is to attend Comic Con, yes a comic convention - a tribute to animated pop culture elements as opposed to the diminishing definition of the ultimate nerd gathering. It has all the elements to a good time: friends, costumes, video games, seeing other people in character, and there may even be some room to hide a flask in your Hulk bodysuit if you are just too pessimistic and/or ashamed. I am no connoisseur of comics or video games, but imagine the sense of community! A collective body sharing the same interest in an alternate world of goblins and Italian plumbers from the mushroom kingdom, where no one can begin to judge or deprecate one another. As I grow closer and closer to the clearly marked transition of adulthood, I grip harder on the brink of adolescence. I realize that this new addition to my hypothetical bucket list is a memorandum of my favorite holiday, Halloween, from what I've known best in my childhood - sans sluts.