Man Cards, Scooping Poop, and Killing Babies

I am in the throws of the semester. It never ceases to amaze me just how incredibly busy I can become and then it amazes me even more to think of the things I make time for. I was recently discussing "man cards" with someone. I was not aware of their existence but apparently they do. I have decided and several have concurred that I am now the proud owner of at least one man card...why you may ask? Because I, little petite me, can drive a bus. Not only can I drive the bus, but I can parallel park it too.
As for things I have found time to do this semester scooping poop has become one of them...not literally. We define scooping poop as being able to hang out with someone without needed to have a specific purpose for hanging out. The story stems from 4H...apparently my friend had a pig and her friend called and wanted to hang out. She responded that she had to scoop the poop from her pigs pen and her friend was really excited to help...thus scooping poop.
I am in my advanced writing class this semester and it is my least favorite class. Apparently we all have sentences in our writing that we love...they are our babies. Somehow when we write them we fill intelligent and witty. Sometimes those sentences are just not necessary. Those babies have to be killed. I have carried this over into other aspects of my life; we all have babies and mine are being killed. Sometimes it is a slow and painful death but it has to be done. So in short you should get a man card so you can scoop some poop and kill your babies. No really.