A letter from May 5th, 2022

Dear Future Me, Right now, it is May 2, 2022, and I am in 8th grade at Oliver Middle School. Over the course of the next few days, I will be completing this assignment for Tay Tay’s ELA class, (Dr. Taylor’s, she told me I could write that), and sending this letter to my silly little self when I am a senior in high school. In middle school, I had no social media, which plays a small role in how much I found it difficult to connect with people. I wonder if I have social media yet. I don’t consider very many people my friend right now. I hope I’m working on that more in the future. I got accepted into NSA, which is where I will be going to high school. (Unless I end up changing schools.) I currently wear lots of make-up and have short blonde hair. I know I plan to grow out my hair right now, but maybe I changed my mind. I learned a lot in 5th-8th grade, and I’m sure I’ll learn lots more all throughout high school. Seventh grade was probably the worst year of my life so far, but I hope it’s only positive for me throughout the next few years. It seems to have gotten better. Maybe not, we’ll have to wait and see. I know my goals for the future, I wonder if they stay the same or not. I plan to learn how to drive as early as possible and move out once I can afford to. Curious if I’m able to get a job soon or not. I know we recently got a call from the government, who are finally working on our immigration and stuff after almost nine years living here. I wonder when we will move houses, because I’ve heard from mom and dad that, if possible, we might move this summer. When I’m older I want two kids, named Benjamin (Nicknamed Benny) and Cosette (Nicknamed Cose or Cosy), and I want to move to the English countryside, with whoever I meet in the future and feel close to, maybe a partner, maybe not. I hope to get a nose piercing this summer, and a tattoo the earliest I can. A little heart on my wrist. I know it’ll hurt, and if that ever did happen, how did it feel? I know I can’t get an answer from the future, but maybe I’ll read this and reflect on it. Senior year must be stressful. Picking a university and all that. I want to make sure I picked a good one. And if I didn’t pick one, perhaps I’m saving up for one. Don’t want to go into debt so young. I hope I can get a scholarship. I think I’ll do well throughout high school. I’m going to try my best. Maybe I have lots of good friends. Not to get my hopes up, but I really hope I do. It’s not fun feeling alone all the time. If I got a partner and we broke up, I hope I’m OK. I shouldn’t waste my time looking for someone to date if I’m not interested in anyone anyways. Ruins the fun. And if I do have a partner right now, I hope they’re good to me, and if so, I hope we stay together. What people do I wish I never met? What’s going on right now? Give me the juicy gossip girlie. (😍😋) Thirteen is a funny age. I’m too old to act young, but too young to act old. It’s weird. I bet I have a lot of expectations on me now. If I’m missing work, I better do it. I don’t want my future-self failing because of an assignment I was too lazy to do. How’s seventeen? Do I have that car I want so bad? (The convertible Volkswagen buggy/beetle in a pretty colour.) How’s babysitting going? Once I learn to drive, I’ll charge more, and make more money 😉. If I’m still doing that. Again, I hope I’m doing OK. School is hard, socially and academically. I’ll make sure I take enough breaks, so I don’t burn out. Give effort, but not too much that I’m drained. God, 17 seems so far away, but it’s less than four years. About three years and two months. Last year I thought I wouldn’t even live to that point, that I’d die within the next two years. I’m so glad I fought through it. Almost an adult! Wow. Right now, I’m so excited for high school, but I know by senior year I’ll be over it. I’m probably going to miss it once it’s gone, though. What’s the plan for a job? I know as a teenager, it’s probably not a good one. A fast-food restaurant or something. Maybe I should work at Sonic. And like, speed around on my little roller skates. Anyways, good luck graduating! I hope this letter finds me in a good place. With love, from your past self, Pey.