My Future (And my last High School Assignment)

This is supposed to be a personal statement, that is, my English teacher decided that the last assignment of the year would be a journal entry to ourselves. So I am supposed to sit here and write for the next hour or so. I guess since Mr. Garnet will be the only one reading this I can open up about a few things.

Honestly, I don't know where I am going to be at this time next year. I am not going to college. My parents just can't afford it. I know, I know, no one would ever guess, and everyone thinks I'm going to Northwestern. But I'm not.

By dumb luck alone, I fit in here. But they're all idiots. They gossip about what boys are cute and where they're going shopping. Yeah, I can keep up, but isn't there more to life? I mean come on!!! "Go Green! Go Gold!" won't get me farther than cheerleading camp. I'm sorry, but sitting here I now that most of my friends for the past 10 years have been dumb, self obsessed bitches.

I guess being with them was better that being a geek though. I can't believe how relentlessly cruel I've been to some of the kids here. I didn't want to be, but the second I was nice, my friends acted like I was one of them. I kinda feel bad, Andy was really sweet. He was my math tutor. I mean, don't get me wrong, he was kind of a freak, but still, he had a good sense of humor. And he is a fantastic artist.

I digress, this is supposed to be about my future. So I can't go to school. My dad lost his job 3 years ago and we've been living off my college savings. It's ok, but still, I don't know what I'm going to do. I always wanted to teach, but it's not going to happen. Well not any time soon at least.

So, Mr. Garnet, I know you're reading this, and you'll be the only teacher who knows, after I graduate high school, I am getting a job. Unlike all the lies I've told, I will not be going to college.

I don't know what I am going to do, but I am not working around here. My friends used to tell me how pretty I was, so I thought about trying to model. Granted, they could have just been telling me that to appease me for the goddess I am. Yeah, right.

If I can't model, maybe I'll bartend. I hear some of those girls make really good money. If I can save some, maybe I can go to school.