I was born on the night of October 10, 1998, and I’ve already made my life’s plans. For my high school years, I want to get a job for all four summers doing things that I enjoy, so it’s not strictly about what my colleges see. I’ll get paid and donate some to church.
For the academic years, I’ll try to get closest to a 4.0 GPA. I just feel better prepared if I make the decision to get into a good college. It’s my life and I’ll squeeze the most out of it.
For my extracurriculars, I’ll do two sports every year -- soccer and softball -- and I’ll participate in the annual play. The theatre is like having multiple personalities -- except people don’t lock you up. They clap instead. And sports are a necessity; without that, I’ll end up fat with no good workout habits.
For colleges. I’ve decided to go to the Ivy League. To be the best you need to go to the best.
After college, I plan on becoming a film writer/book author with my double majors in film production and writing. And, with my business minor, establish my own dance studio (after watching too much “Dance Moms”).
Then I’ll meet my exotic husband who is several nationalities. I’m pro interracial and to make the world better we’ll have to accept our differences.
I will have up to three kids and name one after me, just so my name lives on through the generations. When I feel alone after they move out, I’ll adopt another. We’ll live in a varied climate with rain and trees.
And finally, I’ll die of old age in my sleep, with a good book and a bible on the night stand.