General Mills

     The first thing to happen today was my box of Honey Nut Cheerios telling me that I'm not a winner.  I opened the box, and there, right on the inside it said, "You are not a winner.  Usted no es un ganador."  Thanks, General Mills, for making me feel sad and useless and like a loser.  I ate my cereal anyway because I went to UTPB, and according to Newsweek, graduates of UTPB are "winners."
     To prove that I am really a winner, I brushed my teeth, finished getting ready, made the dog go potty, then headed to class.  In microbiology lab, we got our fungus extra credit papers back.  Going through the pile to find my paper I noticed that every one had a number--the points they got for extra credit.  When I got to my paper, there was no number.  Nothing.  I am not a winner.
     I finally proved how awesome I am in microbiology lecture, where we played a Jeopardy-style game for a review for the test we're having on Wednesday.  The class divided into 5 teams, and my team had 3 people.  Before class was half-way over, my team reached our maximum amount of points, so we had to disintegrate into other teams.  And that's how awesome I am.  We answered so many questions that we weren't allowed to answer anymore unless we split up and joined a different team.
     So I think I can safely say that General Mills can't really say that I'm not a winner.  Newsweek and my awesomeness at microbiology says I am awesome.  I will continue to eat my Honey Nut Cheerios this week for breakfast though, because it tastes good, and it's all I have.