Today in Irish history we learned about how the seven men that Queen Victoria banished after they staged a (failed) uprising went on to each do incredible things like becoming mayors and brigadier generals and the like. And I kept waiting for the one who didn’t do anything.
Because that would be me. I would be the one who did nothing. In a hundred years when some professor is talking about my (failed) rebellion, they’re going to have to say, “Kathleen lived with her parents in Grafton and once watches the Sunday marathon of SVU every week.”
I got a 110, though. *squee*