This is a mock acceptance...purely a test.
Hence the DBMT
Death by Marsh mellows Test
It seems you've passed. However
It will be months of incessant marsh mellows until they have fattened you up
...this has been a prophecy of theirs from the beginning of time. That a day will come, when a young prophet carrot would come to them and free them from the island of the all knowing coconut scented tampon queen. It's difficult to be yourself when mother knows all. isn't it? For year the rbcs have talked in quiet circles of a messiah...Of course...others have come and tried before, but they couldn't over throw the holy tampon.
They were crushed by the queen and sacrificed via exile with the other black rebel baby carrots, boiling in a Dante like inferno of Asiatic crab grass and fondue for eternity.

Marsh mellows and cheese are both products of decomposing animal fats. Marsh mellows have a way of seeking out vulnerable Rbcs...breaking them down, weeding out the weak. However that was not the case with you. You've devoured countless marsh mellows,
however, the rbcs, smart in recognising the fledgling makings of a messiah, they have tested you and well, you've seemed to pass...your now an rbm
rebel baby messiah...or are you?

Are you the Black Rebel Baby Carrot who has come to save us all from the cure
that is the cancer?

the rbcs were suspicious of me at first... perhaps it was my size
anyway, they placed a marshmellow in front of me and said that if i didn't eat it i would get another one in ten minutes
i ate it the moment they went away
the rbcs came after ten minutes and scolded me
i screamed shouted clawed kicked and did a number of violent things until they gave me another marshmellow
i was accepted in from that moment on
: )

The question from Psychology Magazine

If given the choice of a super power which would you choose:

1. To Fly like super man

2. To be invisible


Future freshmen wants to fly because I can go anywhere I want without taking a plane

(John says "Ya, but if you were invisible you could just walk on a pane and not pay."

FF says "I just thought about that too...But if I'm in a bad mood I can fly like a bird to release pressure. maybe go to outer space and never come back.

JC whats in outer space?"

FF I could meet aliens

JC I'm an alien.

FF How's your life in outer space

JC Its great! No students! Nobody needs them... Do you think english teachers are aliens?

FF No, except john, who is sitting next to me now and talking nonsense

JC Actually, the reason I asked the question is because, test results showed that most women would rather be invisible than fly. The psychologist who said this stated that women have a lot of pressure put on them from society; to be pretty, skinny, ect. so women would choose to be invisible more often than choose flying...however...your a woman...and you want to fly....hmmm."

FF I'm not ugly at all so I don't need to be invisible...If I'm invisible no one can talk to me, ask me for my phone # or, see my beautiful face. Here is another reason I choose to fly, because if I get up late, I can wear my uniform, brush my teeth, and fly to school in seconds.

JC (John is thinking) But maybe if you can fly, then people will start calling you "that flying girl" and that would change the way people see you...isn't beauty in the eye of the beholder? What If people start seeing you as a UFO....Uniformed Flying Object instead of a beauty queen

FF So in the first place that's why I said I wanted to be BOTH BOTH BOTH! And I think only JC will see me as a UFO, and other people will only say" Whao, look there is a beautiful fairy flying in the sky." lol

JC In Texas they shoot fairies

It seems you have spoken directly to an rbc
as you seem to have knowledge I'm not aware of...
being elderly has its down side.

If I approach a rbc and try to be hip, hang out, "keep it real"
they immediately think I'm an undercover cop and scatter like wild dogs
covering they're traces with red wine vinegar.


however, I'm quiet informed about the nature of the sacred coconut tree.
in my youth I would vacation there on the rbc's holiest of holy nights
when the moon turned blue and spoke the truth to all adorned with coconut hats
Some believe it is the voice of the supreme mother tampon herself who speaks to all

She told me I shouldn't bother getting car insurance or bother learning to tie a tie

Soon you should confront the holy T. For yourself and see what she says to you.

I warn you...as punk rock as the rbc's may seem. They are deftly afraid of the sight of blood.
hence the tampons...it's even been said that some rbcs are in fact bloodless...possible, seeing how coconut milk can substitute for blood plasma.

i have decided to venture into the island of rbcs

but this time, i did some research before hand (i've been informed about their destructive temper tantrums, i fear that they won't take the same back calling measures that the asps did)

i found out that rbcs not only worship tampons and youth...
they have a special understanding with death
how extreme
rbcs believe that when they feel the time has come, they wrap themselves in a peice of grade A tampon and bounce into the sea
they feel that this is respect for the coconut trees (i think they refuse to worship the sun stars and moon, too common)

of course the grade A tampon makes them bob up and down for a while before they can drown

i think i am going to bring a pack of lavender scented tampons as a peace offering
is the coconut tree ritual considered suicide?
i wonder how would any rebel baby carrot be able to decide that "that's it! i am going now!"
perhaps a trigger is switched on or something
will studying intensely push the button

i think i should go pay homage to the rebel baby carrots
i wonder what would they do to me if i brought them condoms instead?

turning point

When I was a still a child, I even didn't know what English actually was.
One year, there was a small cram school showed up next to my home.
When i was seven, my dad took me to that cram school, and learned English.
Because i just relaxed and had no pressure to talk with foreign teachers.
It provoked my interest in English
And i think my journey of learning English had begun from then.
When i was junior, i chose to study in T.K, and the school put great emphasis on English education.
it really changed my life, from then on, i decided to major in foreign languages.
When i graduate from University, I'll go broad to learn more.
And I'll get more about the local culture!

Not just any carrot,

you need to seek the island of rebel infants baby carrots.

rebel baby carrots (or, R.B.C's)

often refuse to grow up, namely because

they picture all other vegetables as being stiff, and they refuse to turn spherical things into playthings, and they refuse to take on the shape of the pyramid. This angers most adult carrots beyond belief. Not only that, being punk rock as they are, instead of reaching their full state of pyramid shaped maturity, they have decided to take on the shape and scale of a tampon...coincidence, I think not. Namely that Pyramid worship is something associated with a Patriarchy, the R.B.C.'s have taken the opposite road of worship, namely, liberating female hygiene products.

Seeking political independence from all other vegetables

they have succeeded in creating an independent island unto themselves

where only youth is worshipped

It's like lord of the flies, but only with a cast of friendly, kibbitznik, rbcs