Once every week i am forced to attend a sample of hell at school, most commonly referred to as “advisory”. A place where you feel expected to know every step belonging to the rest of your life. Its nice to have someone explain what it takes to get to college and what kinds of colleges you should consider but i’m 16 years old. I understand the college process but i have yet to adjudicate what career i want. the first week of school my hell dictator asked me what id like to do with the rest of my life and decided since i was unsure, every week id continuously give him a different answer. the first week i wanted to be a prostitute. the second week i continued to tell him i would be a drug dealer. the third week i was a little more serious with my response because i actually took it into consideration. i said i wanted to blow stuff up….. which is actually a well paid job. He said that my answer was inapplicable and i said “why?? its not like i said drug dealing or prostitution!” he was unimpressed. this week he asked again and i said
(sarcastically)
” i have decided instead of going to college and doing something important with the education ive attained over the past 11 years, id just be a trophy wife/ bimbo gold digger. id marry rich and live in a fancy subdivision and sit in the driveway all day and gossip with the other bimbo trophy wives. then when my meterocre family comes home, id make them a meteocre dinner. then spend all of the money my husband made that day on something like makeup or shoes. then evenutally he will get sick of me and divorce my dependent being and ill be “depressed” for a while, then remarry. rich of course. this pattern will repeat until i grow old and faint. then i shall become a cougar and prey on the young rich guys. this of course wont happen without the mandatory face/boob lift first…. then i will die, wearing some kind of tacky print outfit.”
lets just say….. he was speachless
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