Today, in Spanish class, we had to write stories about what we would be doing in ten years. Since I was confused, my friend helped me write one, and told me that it translated to "I will be married and working in a hospital." She was lying. When we had to present the stories, I stood up and proudly told the entire class that I was planning to kill the President and flee to the mountains without any clothes on. I should feel embarrassed, but I think I have a new life goal. MLIA
