It's finally the summer holidays, I'm going to work
at a cinema, where my uncle works.
My friends thinks I'm crazy. Because I'm not going
to party, and drink. So basically, not have fun.
I want to work because, I can go
to the Writing program,It's the only way.
My boyfriend thinks I should be a teacher, because
I used to pretend to be a teacher, when I was younger
but I don't want to do that. He says, writing is a hobby
and teaching is a job. I tell him, it's my choice.
I don't want someone who decides for me. He thinks
that writers are lazy, practically unemployed. I get really
mad at him. He wants to be a lawyer, and don't mind him doing
that job. If that's he wants to do, well I'm fine with it.
