Because Bread Crumbs make me feel secure…

I didn't enjoy Apollo Music Club...or Youth Advisory Group...or Kiwanis Volunteering. But all these things looked awfully good on my college applications. And by senior year in high school, I well versed in how to follow the plan. I had done it in middle school, by taking advanced math. I knew it freshman year of high school, when I ran for class president. I knew junior year, when I started my SAT prep classes. I loved high school. Everything you needed to do to become successful (or at least get into college) was all planned out for you, year by year. Actually, I think it was a print out from the College and Career Center that all incoming freshmen received. But all you had to do was follow the plan, follow the bread crumbs that were strategically laid out for you, and you would not fail. Not fail what? Life.Because I love these bread crumbs, I work at an internship I hate, study a major which puts me to sleep, and volunteer with children that give me a headache. For now that is all I need, the security of knowing I am still following the plan. To know that I am doing well, technically. Well, that and Prosac- a well deserved repercussion of all those years of crumb collecting.
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