My Mind (is a terrible thing to waste on myself)

This is an unused YouTube video script. It would have been a part of my vlog series. I hope it can help someone out there, or at least be entertaining.

Once upon a time, at a neighborhood pool not too far from where you might live, there was a boy with blueprints for a complete redesign of that pool hanging in his closet.

And I’m not just talking sketches or ideas.

I’m talking a scale replica on graph paper including every aspect of the facility.

From power lines and water pipes

to drainage and emergency access

and even including multimodal facility features

Everything was planned out.

Even the construction of the new facility with plans for having construction while the pool is open or doing the construction one structure at a time over the course of three years.

Every. Thing. Was. Planned.

This kid went all out redesigning this aging facility.

Sounds crazy, huh?

(be careful what you say)

Well… that boy was me.

And to make matters worse, I was actually in my late teens early 20s.

I have also redesigned another pool where I worked

I designed a plan for reconstructing my old grade school

I created multiple plans for remodeling both houses I have lived in

I have drawn up plans for a city hub or small town square

I designed a sports complex, and a way to reuse an old landfill on which to build it

And the most recent example would be redesigning the local, failing mall owned by a company who claims their team is a master of turning around old malls… but would like some tax breaks before they get started.

You’d think this was just an extension of my propensity to rearrange my bedroom.

I used to rearrange my bedroom quite a bit when I was younger.

When I moved into my own house, I would periodically rearrange furniture in single rooms or the entire house.

I was always looking for a new or better way to arrange things

making more space

or the illusion of more space

or just making better use of the space

If you knew a middle schooler like this, you might encourage him to go into architecture.

And I say that because people encouraged ME to go into architecture.

I should probably also mention that I was really into LEGO

and K’nex

and erector sets

and really any building toy

and I would also design roller coasters, on paper

then I found the game Roller Coaster Tycoon

in which I enjoyed designing the park so much I would play in the sandbox mode so I would have unlimited funds and could make whatever I want.

Which is another perk of LEGO

(btw, it’s “LEGO’ not “LEGOs”)

And I bet you can guess which newer sandbox, building video game I really took too.

*show my Minecraft images*

And again, if you knew this kid you might try to talk him into becoming an architect or an engineer.

In fact, that’s what people tried to do for me… or to me… or in response to my… talent?

However

That didn’t happen.

I hated school. I was a horrible student because of it. And no one ever really gave me a good reason to put more effort into it, or to, you know, actually care about it.

In retrospect, I wish I had cared about it. That’s another story for another time, though, suffice it to say that my “uncaring” attitude towards school has led me… well… here…

And I’ve decided that my mind is a terrible thing to waste on myself

*display “Rolls Credits” on screen with VO* Roll credits.

And seeing as I’m no longer on any path towards using my talents to build things, in the physical sense, I think I’m going to bloom where I’ve been planted and try to build something with, well, you.

But seriously, my pool was dope.

-end-

[talk about how I hated school but then ultimately decided to go into teaching]

-Diggs out

P.S. – I really did hate school. And I really did become a teacher for a while. And I really am thinking of going back to school for Occupational Therapy…

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