The nest morning my mother emailed me and said id I was really serious about deferring and wanted to go on living at home, I'd have to get a full time job. What did she think I was going to do , hand around the house all day?
When I told my English teacher Ms. Rath of my decision, she took of her hippie glasses, rubbed the purple spots on both sides of her big-pored nose and said "I'm concerned. A girl like you needs structure." As id you can only get structure at college! That's pretty harsh to all the kids who can't afford to go. And what about the girls who do go but instead of studying get drunk every night and bone the whole football team? Is that structure? Ms. Rath said I should keep a journal or start a blog so that one day I will look back on my year off and learn from the experience. I told her that was a wonderful idea. I was lying to get away from her yellow teeth and vegan breath. At least that's what I thought at the time. Guess not!
I hope I'm not a disgrace at blogging. I have always excelled at creative writing but I suck at grammar and punctuation and barely write my own name without spell check. (Ms. Rath thinks I'm mildly slysdexic. Ha!) Maybe this experiment will help me to discover my bliss faster. Hope so. Bye.