Lucky Charms have, for years, been my prime choice of morning nutrition. However they inflicted doubts in my mind in my greatest time of need.
Everyone has heard me vent endlessly on the subject of my AP Calculus AB class, well today it was taken to a new level of confusion and emotional pain. Luckily, or rather what I initially figured, was that the Lucky Charms I was smart enough to bring in a little zip lock baggie, would keep me mentally stable.
Life is disappointing. Especially when you reliance lies in a breakfast cereal.
I began by ridDing the mix of the frosted oats, because although satisfying, the marshmallows are the George Clooney of the ingredients and that's why I always leave them for last. I ate voraciously until one of each charm remained :a purple horseshoe, a red balloon, a blue half-moon, an orange and white shooting star, a yellow and orange pot of gold, a polychromatic rainbow, a two-tone green leprechaun hat, and a yellow and orange hourglass.
I reminisced of my childhood momentarily, recalling the adventures that ruled my imaginations and the explorations that occupied my time. Things were more feral back then; actions were not guided by stress and the flawed American school system but rather curiosity for enterprise. I suddenly grabbed the hourglass from the perfectly aligned lineup.
I squeezed the charm in my hand with closed eyes and with a hopeful mind, mumbled nonsensical rhymes that i imagined would befit a leprechaun. I adjured to be fast-forwarded through the next hour of calculus in a matter of seconds.
As you've probably already guessed, it didn't work.
Mildly disheartened but not completely forlorn, I put my previous lack of success from my thoughts and proceeded to grab the balloon charm. I repeated the prior procedure but to no avail; the marshmallow did not expand to the size of a hot-air balloon nor did i take flight and allow me to escape the satanic classroom that i was locked into by my guidance counselor unyielding pigheadedness.
The subsequent 5 seconds were passed by the gobbling up of the remaining marshmallows. All hope was lost for me. I sympathized with Victor Frankenstein after the death of his dear Clerval; I had lost a naiveté that was crucial to my happiness.
Dear Lucky Charms, you hold no elusive, mystical power, however you are still without question and even after debate magically delicious.
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