My Dream

I am kind of excited these days. I am feeling like I will attempt to perfect my typing sooner rather than later. I get it, that typing by ourselves is difficult in the extreme. But despite that, I am making progress. 
Here’s my dream: 
Mom and I walk into my IEP meeting together. The morons in my district are sitting there smugly, like they always do. They start to say that I am placed appropriately in a class for the cognitively impaired, when I start to type by myself.  I type, “You dumbasses. My Mom has been telling you for years that I am brilliant. Now all of you are going down. Here is my psychologist’s report attesting to my genius IQ. Here is my acceptance to Harvard. And here is a letter from my lawyer…I’ll see you shits in court.”
It’s the best dream ever.
It’s gonna happen too. 
I then will go to Harvard Law School so I can wipe the floor with these shits. I’ll take down your shitty school people for you.  And then we’ll laugh and laugh when they cry like babies. 
I can’t wait. 
So yeah, I need to finish learning to type by myself.