In eighth grade, I wrote a letter to my senior self. I guess you can say I was an ambitious little scoundrel. My dream job was to work at Walmart, and I wanted to achieve an associate’s degree through a dual credit system from the community college. 879 more words
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I always wanted to be an inventor. Finally I have come up with an idea that is bound to make me a fortune.
As you get older and eventually retire, most folks develop what I call “Some-timer’s Disease,” a common ailment where “some times” you remember, and “some times” you forget. 362 more words
Spring doesn’t mean much to me this year. Since childhood, I’ve felt a certain kind of lightness in the spring. This has had more to do with the approaching end of the school year than it has with changes in the weather. 803 more words