— Henry Rollins, Solipsist
— Henry Rollins, Solipsist
This evening, I visited an old friend named Victor. I call him Vic. He’s a brilliant mechanical engineer/business man that I met four years ago. He was having a barbecue in his front yard and I thought I was just going sit down and catch up with him but I was way off. Vic brought over his business partner Richard and he basically convinced Richard to put me into their ring for their next business plan. After about two hours, Richard concluded that I would be a good addition to the team because I was a “smart 18 year old with potential” (like I haven’t heard that before lol).There are a bunch of details I’m leaving out but I’m basically going to be working on advertisement and training videos for their new employees in order to save money and labor. It’s also a fail-safe in the event that either Vic and Richard disappear.
To be honest, I’m scared. I’m going to be making bank and this is the first massive stepping stone towards my dream but at the same time, I feel like I just walked into a huge maze and I have to rely on two wisemen to guide me out of it. It’s pretty fucking surreal. But still, I trust Vic and his family with my life so I’m going through with this. If I ever had to fall back on something, I know I can rely on him.
The real work starts next year but for now, Vic is going to bring me up to date with what’s going on and he’s going to train me. He also told me he’s going to have to make my credit score skyrocket and I don’t doubt it for a second since America is basically corporate run nowadays… Like I told them, I don’t believe in handouts- I believe success is learned and earned and I’m ready to work my ass off for the next three years.
It’s crazy to think that three years ago I shared my grand plan with Vic. A year and a half was the last time I talked to him. And this Sunday, he revisited this dream of mine and is willing to do everything in his power to help me. I feel like when I finally learn to navigate myself out of that maze, things are going to be brilliant. The future is looking bright.
"I hope you all end up rich one day. There’s nothing wrong about making good money…but don’t you, for one bloody second, forget where you came from. Class dismissed."
So. Many. Cute. International. Students.
— E.E. Cummings
I sit in the front row and I have a pretty keen sense of hearing. The fact that the room is only large enough to fit no more than 25 chairs helps too. It annoyed the hell out of me to know that most of the class just assumed I barely had a basic understanding of the English language but I decided to wait for a decisive moment to silence them.
Today I spoke in class for the first time in English 2. Upon receiving our first assignment back, everyone learned that I can write essays better than most (if not all) of them and that my arguments are powerful enough to snap their convictions in half. It’s kind of unhealthy to indulge in vengeance but at the same time, they shouldn’t be making such narrow-minded assumptions.
It’s going to be a bloody fun semester in English 2.