A letter from June 6th, 2016

Dear Dr. Diamond, (My future title) I think that I am a very open and kind person. I appreciate my stunning looks. I like saying things that are on my mind and making people laugh. When I see someone who is looking sad I go over and try to help them. I always feel bad for people who have less than me. I can remember all the times someone else came over and made me feel better. I try to give back what they gave me. My biggest problem is procrastination. Procrastinating is what I do; I even procrastinated this letter I’m writing to me. I remember when I first had to start writing My Family Story. The writing was very hard and I spent a long time thinking about what to write. I sat in one of those uncomfortable blue plastic chairs and rested my elbows on the table. I was tired from the night before and struggled to keep my eyes open. Bright light shone in from behind me and lit up my paper. Then the perfect thought popped into my head; I’ll write about my trip to the Alps. And I did. And I got a 4. That was a good feeling. I have grown mentally, and physical. Over these last couple months I have learned many things about countries I didn’t even know existed. I have learned many things about respect and responsibility and will use them constantly in the future. As the year goes by I am faced with many challenges. Most of them involving behavior but some being other things entirely. I really strive to be less impulsive because sometimes I say things that should not have been said, they were just on my mind. I think I could be a warrior for justice by egging all the houses with Trump signs. In the next ten years I hope to finish high school with good grades and get into a good college and make new friends. In the future I want to remind myself to be respectful. The only advice I can give my future self is that one 8-pack of beer is made for 8 people, not one. And after you finish those 8 beers, don’t drive.