Scatter Plot

I don't remember what number I'm on, it's just a chapter

I shouldn't be allowed on the internet....

I could end this chapter right there and it would be great, but I supposed I should give a bit of background.

My lovely teacher, Mrs. Kelly, had insisted all of us seniors go into the commons and research scholarships. Fun, right? Well it actually is, but that's besides the point. As we were looking up scholarships, I found a lovely site which had the most bizarre scholarships I've ever heard.

Do you have shoulder length hair? You may be eligible for a $2000 scholarship!

Are you a teenage girl trapped in a middle aged man's body? Apply here for a $3000 scholarship and also win a free coupon to a therapist!

"Rachel, are you seeing these scholarships?!?" Sheila exclaimed.

"Well of course...I'm applying to them."

Do you have a dog or grew up with a dog? Write an essay on what your dog means to you to win a $1000 scholarship!

I actually hesitated with this one, deciding it is worth a shot.

"I wonder if you can get a scholarship for having a pretty dog?"

"I wouldn't put it past them...these people hand out money for any thing!" Emily said.

"Cleo is a pretty dog, she's young and healthy. I wonder how much I could make if I got her into modeling?" I said thoughtfully.

"You want to model your Chihuahua?"

"Why not? I love her, but if I can make money off of her I'll love her even more!"

Now please don't think I'm a horrible person. I was just saying weird thoughts my poor unsuspecting brain had. I believe my ADHD mixed with my lack of sleep got to my mind. Soon I was on the internet googling how to get your dog's name out there. Which then led to how to train your dog to sit...which them led to what type of leashes a great Dane should have. All legitimate questions. All taking up my time until I had spent an hour and twenty minutes looking up how to make my dog a model and ten minutes on scholarship hunting. It seems effective at the time.

"Mom! Can I make Cleo a model?" Mom gave me an exasperated look, rolling her eyes.

"Well, you'll drop this idea in two days, so knock yourself out kid."

"Hey! I think we have a real shot here! Me and Cleo will prove you wrong! She'll be a model, just watch!"

By the way, the picture up top is my dog, model material, right? She's only ten months old, she'll fill out.

If there are any one out there knows a pet agent, we're looking. ;)

Sooooooo, yeah, this is how my senior year has gone so far. I've done practically nothing for my future yet except look into my dogs future... I'm starting to see a problem here.

Oh! And I spoke with my school councillor about keeping me on task this year and my anxiety and such. You guys will get a kick out of this. She told me to talk to my parents! Ha! I really should actually, but I don't want to. She also told me I need to finish my drivers ed and that was the first step to having a successful year this year, but come on, who actually can do drivers ed without crying?

But yeah, the internet. I'm not good with time management, or management at all, so when I enter the realms of Google and YouTube, you won't see me again for a while. I was so focused on YouTube today in my last period, I forgot to turn in my project. My teachers theory is now that we're seniors he doesn't have to remind us, because we're almost adults. If he keeps this up, he'll never get work from me. He also said if we don't use our planners we'll regret it....well, I've gotten this far without it, and last minute make up tests. I think I'm good.

Any who, if anyone knows how I can make my dog a star, comment below!