ILL INDICTMENT

This week has been the most anomalous week I have yet to live out, but nonetheless i lived it. Lately school has been a tedious distort of figures heaped upon calligraphy, I’m worn out. I propose the reason: I know what I want to do with my life, unlike the other 85% of individuals which of whom are experimenting with ridiculous curriculum that provide little to no help with them dissevering their future. The other 15% are either trialing substances to facilitate the senseless set of courses (not saying just those 15%) or just plainly failing possibly yet both. The bulk of this thought consists of a person’s sense of identity, which some are still shaping, others have recently instituted self-awareness thus initiating a future. For myself the process didn't take nearly 16 and a half years rather 13, the start of my high school career, which makes a good percentage of the rest of my schooling irrelevant.