Now, hold up.
I’m signing up for school. I’m about to register for classes, and I’ll be in a classroom taking notes by January 9th of next year.
Hold up.
I’m thinking about my future here, folks. I’m going for an English degree, so I could do quite a few things. I could get into teaching or maybe even journalism.
Hold up.
Am I planning to write for a living? Abso-fucking-lutely. Whether I write little poems with huge meanings like our very own Christopher Pointdexter, teaching or professing like some of my favorites, or even banking on a few novels like ol’ Nicolas Sparks.
I will work for it, and I will be something.
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