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- I had my life planned at the age of 8: I would go to Stanford or any IVY school, become a respected attorney, and then hopefully a representative of California, and after that maybe a Senator. Oh, and me being one of the powerful "Miss. Independents" of the world. Not NEEDING any guy other than m brother and his friends.
Me and my brother were always close, him being only three years younger than me. I alway joke about him being the golden boy, he has perfect vision (something I am very jealous of with my horribly 175/20 eye vision), and is a social butterfly. He has no problem making new friends everyday.We have the same group of friends, mine being the older sibling of his.
When I receive the news that he would be joining me and my friends with his friends at Stanford, I know I'll be in for a treat...
Knowing that I'm that kind of sister that's like a soccer mom, baking treats, helping out with the SATs, finals, HSPTs, and their games.
That was all that I expected,planned for, or even dreamed of...
What I didn't expect?
Me finding something that I didn't know I was looking for.
And having any association with the QB of the football team.