We don't seem to have much of a future, do we? Well, not I, at least. For the parents, it's like, "Good college or bust!" Somehow, if I don't manage to get into Berkeley or Harvard or Stanford I'm going to find myself with five kids and a job at McD's. Great attitude, parentals. Just what I need to push myself to reach for the stars. I mean, it's seriously never too late for one to pull oneself together and try to attain a goal. Whoever thinks otherwise has either very little imagination or doesn't eat enough happy pills to get them through the daily grind. Also, the rental units somehow can't get their minds around the fact that THERE ARE MORE THAN 5 AVAILABLE JOBS OUT THERE (including but not limited to: a doctor, lawyer, engineer, teacher, or McDonalds worker). I was brainwashed from an early age (and I mean early, say, one or two?) to believe that a doctor (pediatrics, to be specific) was the way to go. In case being a pediatrician wasn't for me, hey-- surgeon, radiologist, or cardiologist. And then when I hit 13, I was like, "Hmm... I like science and business and writing yay, I have more options in life." Rents (or, Dad, to be specific): "HOLY CRAP JULIE NO WANT TO BE DOCTOR ANY MORE SHE HAS NO DEFINITIVE ROAD IN LIFE HORRORS ABOUND." No, Dad, I have a purpose in life. A higher purpose! MCDONALDS. Lol. Actually, McD's is eww and gross. They don't have cooks, they have microwave boys.
Oh god, I just searched "microwave boys" on Google to find an image and this news story about a nine year old boy who died by suffocating in a microwave during hide and seek popped up. [traumatized].
EXERCISE IS THE MEDICINE OF YOUTH. Like, having a totally good tennis lesson made me so much happier. I even could stand my dad's ramblings about futures on the car ride home (it always seems longer the way home). The whole time I noticed just how many Wushu/Kungfu places had popped up around town =_=. Also, the delightful Se-le-na has invited us to go running on Saturday to Rancho San Antonio, which I happily accept. I'm definitely going to invited Crispie, cuz we were talking about summer cross country conditioning. Which totally reminds me of that time I ran with Monta Vista during their conditioning and we rode there on bikes. The run was up McClellan to the hills, through McClellan Ranch Park, then up to Steven's Canyon Road all the way around Steven's Creek Resevoir, then back. Whew, and then we had to bike back home. All in a day's work.
What I'm reading: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver (the very end where she talks about turkey sex which is disgusting!) What I'm listening to: Your Call by Secondhand Serenade