A letter
It showed up on Saturday, right before I was supposed to go to the mall and hang out with Chris for some birthday goodness. And my mom refused to let me out of the house until I opened it and read it (because she insisted that she couldn't do that without me, because that would be prying and of COURSe she doesn't pry. right) so I did, and hey, I'm a National Merit finalist. Woohoo, I guess. I remember really wanting to be one when I heard one of my dad's friends' son became one, and I remembered Tadashi being so high above me with his Finalist standing and his 2390 on the SAT as I took the PSAT in junior year, although it's not like I bothered studying anyway. And I remember being all giddy when Patrick and I got called out of Bio to find out we were semifinalists. And now, and now after a year, or two, I'm a finalist and I don't really see the point of it anymore, other than an award or a name I get to call myself when no one cares and it makes no difference.
I guess I get a shot at more scholarship money, which is good for mes parents who have to pay tuition. And I suppose I get my name in the paper or something weird like that. But, I don't remember the point of it anymore. I'm not sure there ever was one.
so what have I been doing these last 3 years?