Post 2 - My Life Story

 The Past

    Thanks to my mom's startlingly thorough documentation of my early childhood, I have no excuse to not share a few milestones from when I was a baby. My first social smile occurred when I was about 6 months old, and although I don't find kids at such a young age cute, it was apparently adorable. Adorable enough, much to my chagrin, that I modeled in a baby calendar when I was about a year old. Don't bother searching for it. Don't. Anyway, I continued to grow and do general baby things until I was old enough to go to Highlands Elementary School. Enjoy a picture of my first day there.


The Future

    Unfortunately, now that I'm too old to contentedly color with crayons, I'm expected to plan my future. Currently, I'm most worried about jumping though the hoop called high school. I never knew a single jump could take as long as it has, and I've not even touched the ground yet. I'll finally graduate in May of 2024. Afterwards, I'll attend whichever college offers me the best scholarships and law related programs. At the moment, I have quite a few options but little information to help narrow down my choices. Thank Collegeboard and their imitation of the slowest sloth in the world regarding the release date of National Merit Scholars because I have a surprising amount of downtime to play videogames. Here, you can watch a video of me kicking a dragon from Elden Ring. Fun times.

After I complete my studies, I'll obviously need a full time job. It'll be a thrilling decade of working hard and building connections. Maybe. Hopefully I'll enjoy it. Most likely though, I'll already be looking forward to next stage of life. I seem to do that a lot. At the moment, I have no desire to have children. I think it's been completely overtaken by my dream to have a cat. Or two, or three... 

Ideally, I'll retire with respectable savings and enjoy the rest of my life along with my cat(s). Maybe I'll become an editor for fun. Either way, I'd like to not die until I spend a good amount of time in this stage. If all my life I've been working tirelessly to reach this period, it'd be pretty annoying if I were never able to reach it. 

                                                                    


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