Boo to futures.
Eff college. I think I'm just going to join the carnies the next time they come through Prince William. We'll travel around the country together, spitting chewing tobaccy through the gaps in our yellowed teeth and leering creepily from beneath our dirty, torn, grease-soaked baseball caps. I can get tattoos all over my body and change my name to Merlene, or maybe (if I am feeling adventurous) Arkansas Sue. I can learn to drive stick and tow things around on the bed of my beat-up pickup truck. Eventually I'll marry a man named Boyd with a long, greasy ponytail and six gold teeth. Our spawn (Herman, Kentucky Jean, Lucius, and Carolee Rayanne Shananabanana) can run the Ferris wheel.