Thursday was the first day of careers. I am going to miss having Civics with Mr. McD, who’s classes mostly consisted of talking about religion and why we are a bunch of sophomores (Supplicated morons).
Careers was off to a good start, as I ended up sitting beside my two friends in that class: Mitzo and Audith. Things went down hill after that. The first thing that we learned was that all we needed to do to pass this class is;
1- Keep all your handouts
2- Keep them neatly organised in your binder
3- Be finish all of the handouts given.
This proclamation was greeted with cheers from the class. From everyone except me. I turned to Mitzo.
“I’ve already failed this class.”
As anyone who knows me (Or anyone who has the misfortune of passing by my locker when I open it, and its entire contents decide to fall out onto my head.) I have minimum organisational skills. And by minimal, I mean none.
Later in that same class, we where asked to fill in a sheet. *Note. Questions are not in the order they appear on the sheet, but in order of attempt.*
Question 1- List ten things you are good at.
I easily filled in the first three, then could think of nothing else. I continued on to the next question.
Question 2- List three of your dreams (No matter how unrealisitic.)
I finished that question with ease. I spend most my time in science these days daydreaming.
After that, I returned to question one. I managed to fill in another blank. I moved on to question 3.
Question 3- What are four things you value.
Love, My sketchbook, Health and Living comfortably.
I took another swing at question one. Nothing. , I was feeling pretty annoyed by the fact that I couldn’t finish this question.
Question 4a- How do you see yourself in five years.
I stared at the paper for a while, could think of nothing, so I put down a single word.
“Alive”
Question 4b- If that doesn’t work out?
Their was only one think I could put.
“Dead”
I spent the remainder of the time working on question 1. I managed to get six answers before folding up my paper and turning to Mitzo.
“Well, my self-esteem is down the toilet now.”