My Life in Two-And-A-Half Pages
My life is the definition of boring, so I’m pretty sure that you will enjoy my whole two page essay about it; take note of the immense amount of sarcasm dripping out of me. Anyway, ever since I was little I’ve had one goal in mind and that was to be an ideal Indian child that my parents would be proud of. You know... do the whole typical good kid stuff like make all A’s, get involved with school and various extra-curricular activities, get awards, be respectful and what not. So far I have completed one of those things, the extra-curricular activities one for I swim, dance and play guitar and also am an officer in Key Club but that’s literally the only one I’ve even come close to accomplishing, and half of my “child life” ,as one would call it, is over. I thought my checklist would be complete but now yet here I am slacking off in school, have 2 or so awards from when I was 8, and am a sincerely sarcastic, pessimistic, teenage girl, which is as far from respectful as one can get, and that my friend is just the beginning. Let’s have a little flashback now shall we? You can now see the little girl, who just entered Kindergarten, running around playing happily with her friends, chit-chatting about how she’ll get a new doll if she goes to school without crying and making a mess, while her parents look at her adoringly while dreaming of the great things she could and will achieve in the future. It was a happy time then, back when I was 4. All I had to do was eat and sleep and maybe, if I was in the mood, learn how to write my ABC’s but that was nothing. There was no Algebra or Geometry, there was no memorizing historically significant dates or learning how to program a stick man, there was no learning where and when to put a semi-colon or how to ‘construct’ good sentences, there was none of that. There was no need to live up to social expectations or impress people, like relatives or friends and show them how you grew up to be a fine young lady. You could please