Today my councillor pulled me out of biology period to talk about my four-year-plan. It really was quite awkward, as I have no fucking idea what I want to do. I basically just sat there awkwardly and fingered my Fall Out Boy wristband while she told me about how I'm fourteen years old and should therefore know exactly what I want to do with my life. It seems that everybody has an idea but me. Emmalee wants to be a nurse, Lark wants to go into the Marines, and Aidan wants to do something with genetics. But I have no idea. Nothing really appeals to me or ignites a passion. And I feel like what I'm going to do for the rest of my life should make me somewhat excited. It's supposed to, isn't it? I think it is.
In other news, Lilith Romero spent the whole of French texting her best friend under the desk next to me. We also got three giant packets, and I only have a vague idea of how to do any of it. Let’s cross our fingers and hope for the best.
Love,
Waverly
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