Studying for Success

This was the study schedule I wrote in my journal prior to my grade twelve final exams.

I am no scholar. Sure, sometimes I use fancy words that make my boyfriend sigh, request a dictionary definition, and then remind me that I am the brains and he is the brawn, so, like, be a little easier on him, OKAY?! I may be creative, somewhat deep thinking, too. And of course there is that useless university degree I earned while still living under the suburban illusion of Mom and Dad's house. But am I a natural academic? Fuck no.

I am one of those students who actually had to try. Now I work a job that has absolutely nothing to do with the almost two decades I spent attending school, which is why I often find myself thinking, why? Why did I not invest in breast implants post high school and become a stripper. WHY?! I could have stayed off the crack and invested my money. I COULD HAVE MADE SOMETHING OF MYSELF.

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