May 1, 1986
Man. I’m so excited to graduate this month. It’s been a fun few weeks, signing yearbooks and going to beer parties and such, but at the same time I keep feeling worried about what I’m going to do afterwards. I don’t have the grades for college. Heck, when I talked to the Army recruiter about becoming a G.I., he said I don’t even have the grades to serve my country. I sure don’t want to work at the gas station like my brother.
Best read while wearing this.
