And school stuff. All right, let’s go!!!
When I was 19 years old, I quit school. You see, I spent most of my days either sleeping on bathroom floors, engaging in debates with my professors who didn’t know what to do with me (but loved me — unlike my high school teachers who loathed me) or looking like a ghoul as I smoked cigarettes at the back of the school. In college, I wasn’t Brit Mikagami. I was BITCH MIKAGAMI. Cold, blue and anorexic, I ate Wendy’s Frosties for dinner. I wasn’t one to count calories. For me, if it was solid, it meant I’d gain weight. But if the ice cream melted, I wasn’t really eating.
That logic ended up saving my ass. Lol.
Anyway! With the encouragement of my school counselor and psychiatrist, my mother (God bless her) asked me if I wanted to quit. Knowing this was a rare opportunity, I took it and never looked back.
School just wasn’t for me. School was meh. The highlight of my school years was recess, lunch and after school hours where I’d frolic the grounds with my like minded friends and did what kids in the 90s did: read YM magazine, steal books from the school library (cuz kids back then knew what reading with pages was like) — (and also I lied. I didn’t steal books. I stole ONE book. I still have it.) go to the mall and talk about Ethan Hawke.
Oh! How can I forget! And stalk crushes. That was probably the best thing about high school. Having imaginary love lives with the extremely popular kid who doesn’t even know your name.
Fun times!
Unlike my other siblings, lessons weren’t absorbed by my brain. Sometimes I tried, mostly I didn’t. And it almost became a dare for me to just fail every subject in school as a way to show off how cool I was. And I did. I failed every subject at school.
How I graduated, I don’t know. I guess I’ve been winging it since way back then. There was this one final math exam I took during my senior year, and I remember this quite well: so there I was, looking at my test paper not knowing what to do with it since I had no idea how to solve any of the problems. So I did what any other delinquent with an imagination would do. I USED MAH SKILLZ, B*TCH!
I wrote my teacher a lengthy boo-hoo letter about the perils of my life with some added charm for effect. Did it work? Of course it worked. I mean, sure I didn’t do great, but I didn’t die either.
Studying just wasn’t my thing. Even when I liked the topic (like Japanese for example), I just kinda passed. I didn’t flunk, but my God I didn’t get a gold star or anything either. Except Shakespeare. For some reason I excelled in Shakespeare in Junior year. My one glory. Anyway..
When healing came along, things changed a bit. I was one of the very few students who actually READ the recommended reading materials. But it still wasn’t enough. I continued winging it and learning through experience as I had always done.
For a few months now I had been contemplating going to Astrology School. Do I go to Kepler College in Seattle like my astrology guru, the Scorpio Lizard himself Chris Brennan? But everywhere I searched, it seemed like courses are now all ONLINE. A part of me wanted to re-do my splat college experience by having my entire body dressed (and not just the top half for Zoom calls) and physically appear in class.
But alas, that isn’t how astrology schools work these days and that’s fine. So a few nights ago I inquired about a tuition fee help program by Scorpio Lizard’s friend Adam Elenbaas’ Nightlight Astrology School, not expecting my request to be granted.
Why didn’t I think my request would be granted? Well. I live in a 3rd World Country where the idea of financial help is reserved for the REALLY REALLY REALLY POOR. So as I wrote my letter stating my case, it just lacked…”poorness”. Lol. I didn’t sound like a wanton scavenger and I wasn’t going to lie either just to get more chances of getting help.
So off to bed I went, fully expecting a rejection letter (“Dear Ms. Mikagami, you are not poor enough. Please pay the full amount if you wish to study with us.” or “Please provide proof of your poorness”) in the morning.
I didn’t get a rejection letter. My request was granted.
MY REQUEST WAS GRANTED!!! I have never been so excited to go back to school in my entire life, LOL.
So let’s see, what went right here?
- As per my last blog post, some things are just fated. I was fated to study healing. And I knew that I was fated to study astrology.
- I detached. I was going to be OK with a rejection letter. It wasn’t a matter of life or death.
- I would have enrolled anyway, whatever the outcome.
In 2014 I didn’t know how I was going to pay for my healing classes, but I marched right in with the intention of enrolling somehow. (Thankfully they offered 0% installment plan)
So my energy wasn’t “If I get the discount, I’ll enroll”.
My energy was “Lemme try to get a discount, but if not, I’ll still enroll“.
And that my dear, is Manifesting 101.
So will you manifest everything you want with this approach? Hellz no. Lolz. But what’s yours is yours.
Let me leave you with some Alice Cooper and the Muppets cuz why not?
Ciao mthfkrs,
brittanica jones
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