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Well, firstly, I really want to thank you guys for commenting on the last post. I seriously learned so much, and I'm proud to have friends with such amazing ambitions. Not, of course, that it's my place to judge such things, but it makes me happy to know that you guys are such incredible people. I seem to have befriended a lot of writers...and seemingly every other kind of people. SO MUCH VARIETY!
I would love to respond to each comment individually but I don't think I could do justice to your dreams.
Me, I'm debating. I would maybe like to go into linguistics, I guess academics, but ideally field research? But that's not particularly lucrative, albeit really interesting, so perhaps also journalism/novel-writing? Or I'd like to be a surgeon.
Ugh. I just had to do an interview for the Post, and the woman I had to speak with, about her son (15) totally and completely talked down to me because I'm in high school. That's never happened, and I've done my fair share of interviews, and I gotta tell you, its really obnoxious. I didn't get much information of value, and I got really flustered because she sounded so...frustrated and impatient and condescending. It's so hard to comprehend that she would let my age get in the way of the purpose: for me to write about her kid!
I am dedicated to this internship, even though its not my job, even with all the other pressures of this year. My age means diddly. Why don't you get that?
And now! Five random things! I don't particularly want to perpetuate this meme, so I'm not posting the instructions.
1. Thanks, Amelia! -_-
2: a) I used to be able to pogo stick while playing the violin. But now that my skills at that instrument have deteriorated from their previous sorry state, I can merely pogo stick with no hands. It's pretty sweet!
b) My great great grandfather was the Chief Justice of the Indian Supreme Court.
c) My parents have the same birthdate, two years apart.
d) I’ve had my ears pierced since I was hmm a few months old.
e) I have a really bad, really violent temper. It doesn’t show up too often anymore because I’ve gotten reasonably good at restraining it. But every so often I just get so crazy mad and it’s like I’m not even myself anymore; some monster took over my body. People rarely believe this about me unless they’ve known me for a while. But it’s true.