"So, (unnecessarily long pause) Elliot have you thought about what field you would like to be placed after school?" asked Counselor Evens.
"Space camp, I hope to make the trip. I wanna be a martian." I told him
"You know, that is a huge commitment. Those people do not ever get to come home" he stated the obvious.
"I believe I could accept it as my home" I replied. "I'd feel kinda important helping to build the Red Base."
"Well that is something to think on. However you must accept, that it really is a bit far fetched, so few are selected. It would take a lot for you to become qualified to even enroll in the selection. You do have four years of high school to figure out your direction." blah blah bunch of crap Evens feeds every kid with a dream.
"Ok" I said simply so I could leave soon as possible.
"Don't rule out other possibilities, like food and packaging. Working your way into a management position can be very rewarding. Well (uncomfortable pause) Elliot I look forward to talking again at the half, and if you ever need to talk don't be afraid to stop by my office the door is always open. That's what I'm here for." Evens lied.
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