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This summer has FLOWN by.
You know, sixteen didn't change anything. But boy, the sixteenth summer sure did!
I got my driver's license, work permit, and boating license simultaneously right after school let out. I started my job at Sears selling shoes shortly after... and loved it. Actually, I still do. Like anyone else, I'm not exactly excited to go to work, but I really don't mind it. I love getting to talk to people, hear their stories, help them out, and do my job well. Plus I'm on commission, so the more I sell, the bigger my paycheck. I've found that I get a hundred times more of a high off of it than I ever have over being smart or a good singer or ANYTHING. It is the most exhilarating work and I'm totally outselling everyone else in my department by almost 2000 dollars for the month. Oh, and out-credit-apping them, too. (Sorry, boast over.)
A little after that I started driving the family Honda Pilot, then about a week later got graduated to my own car, a suhweet '99 Chrysler Sebring convertible - it's metallic pearl red. It's low to the ground and handles like a sports car, responding to your slightest touch, and at first I hated it after the smooth-handling Honda, but now I hate driving anything else. It's the best car ever and driving makes my life SO AWESOME.
Because now of course I sleep in, drive myself to work, stop and shop sometimes, meet Brandon whenever and wherever I want, go out to dinner and the movies with my beau, and am pretty much my own woman.
Also, we got a pool that I adore, and jet skis - the reason I got a boating license. They're the bomb, and we take them out on the lake whenever we get a chance, and basically this has been the best summer of my life, albeit the quickest.
So I am actually happier with my job than anyone I know without a job. I'm one of the few people I know that actually has one.... and it's BAMF. And as fall comes around I'm going to be able to say "Hey Mom, hey Dad, going to hit the football game, 'kay?" and/or soccer and/or anything else, and I can flit between my four college classes and my job and be a very happy camper. I'm not much for the senior thing but I do have to say I feel my senior year will be my best one.
I still can't wait to get to college but all my plans have changed and I don't even know if I want to go to Wesleyan anymore... haha. Insane, right? I finally figured out that I LIKE people.... thus ruling out all my chosen fields of study. I think I might major in business now but honestly I don't know. Maybe, occupational therapy. Who knows. I have absolutely no clue what I want to do with my life after literal YEARS of perfect planning, but I don't care. I'm so much happier this way, not worrying about the perfection of my intellect. I don't care if other people look smarter than me or other people are better singers than I am because I've found my favorite thing pretty much ever - selling! Working with people! So.... yeah. LOL.
That was explosive.
You know, sixteen didn't change anything. But boy, the sixteenth summer sure did!
I got my driver's license, work permit, and boating license simultaneously right after school let out. I started my job at Sears selling shoes shortly after... and loved it. Actually, I still do. Like anyone else, I'm not exactly excited to go to work, but I really don't mind it. I love getting to talk to people, hear their stories, help them out, and do my job well. Plus I'm on commission, so the more I sell, the bigger my paycheck. I've found that I get a hundred times more of a high off of it than I ever have over being smart or a good singer or ANYTHING. It is the most exhilarating work and I'm totally outselling everyone else in my department by almost 2000 dollars for the month. Oh, and out-credit-apping them, too. (Sorry, boast over.)
A little after that I started driving the family Honda Pilot, then about a week later got graduated to my own car, a suhweet '99 Chrysler Sebring convertible - it's metallic pearl red. It's low to the ground and handles like a sports car, responding to your slightest touch, and at first I hated it after the smooth-handling Honda, but now I hate driving anything else. It's the best car ever and driving makes my life SO AWESOME.
Because now of course I sleep in, drive myself to work, stop and shop sometimes, meet Brandon whenever and wherever I want, go out to dinner and the movies with my beau, and am pretty much my own woman.
Also, we got a pool that I adore, and jet skis - the reason I got a boating license. They're the bomb, and we take them out on the lake whenever we get a chance, and basically this has been the best summer of my life, albeit the quickest.
So I am actually happier with my job than anyone I know without a job. I'm one of the few people I know that actually has one.... and it's BAMF. And as fall comes around I'm going to be able to say "Hey Mom, hey Dad, going to hit the football game, 'kay?" and/or soccer and/or anything else, and I can flit between my four college classes and my job and be a very happy camper. I'm not much for the senior thing but I do have to say I feel my senior year will be my best one.
I still can't wait to get to college but all my plans have changed and I don't even know if I want to go to Wesleyan anymore... haha. Insane, right? I finally figured out that I LIKE people.... thus ruling out all my chosen fields of study. I think I might major in business now but honestly I don't know. Maybe, occupational therapy. Who knows. I have absolutely no clue what I want to do with my life after literal YEARS of perfect planning, but I don't care. I'm so much happier this way, not worrying about the perfection of my intellect. I don't care if other people look smarter than me or other people are better singers than I am because I've found my favorite thing pretty much ever - selling! Working with people! So.... yeah. LOL.
That was explosive.
crazy
I STILL don't have my license, mucho jealousness. [Not that I mind much, I don't have anywhere to drive to.]
If it weren't for the fact that I am near broke [not really, but I have college crap to buy], I'd go buy a pair of shoes from you. There's also the part where I don't actually NEED new shoes, but I don't really care about that.
Am I reading this correctly? You...LIKE people? The walking, talking, breathing things that scare me in large quantities? Wow. You're a huge step farther than me. [Although, I'm starting not to hate children as much, I actually want one eventually.]