This is what I would do if I had a second chance, if some fairy godmother waved her wand and sent me back to high school.
I would listen in class. I wouldn't miss a day. I wouldn't spend hours wondering what skirt would match which blouse. I wouldn't care if a boy would hold my hand in the hallway, so all could envy, or take me to dances and kiss me. I wouldn't even pay attention if no boy sent me a carnation on carnation day. I'd buy my my own silly carnation. Besides, I like roses better and there's plenty of time for men when I'm all grown up.
Instead, I would be the nerdy girl that you saw with a pile of books, the one who got straight As. I wouldn't care if my clothes were frumpy or my hair styled with an egg beater. I would care about my G.P.A and I'd take the ACT or ATC or whatever it was and score so high.
I would study in study hall! I would prefer school to staying home and watching soap operas or sunning myself in the backyard.
(And to my math teacher, Mr. Niedbalski, if you are still with us, let me apologize to you right now for never bothering to even open my math book between classes. And also for all the times my mini skirt was so short I couldn't do math problems on the chalk board because my skirt would rise too high. Next time I would be more concerned with algebra and less with showing off my legs.Bless you dear man from trying to teach me math.)
Alas, I'm not 15 anymore. Not even close! I can't turn back the hands of the clock. Surely, I'm older than many of the teachers that now teach at Conant High School.
What I should have wrote was "I don't have a clue, but if I had paid attention in class, instead of shaking my pom poms, I would know better what to do next with my life." I could have written circus performer instead of secretary for all I knew what I wanted to do in life. Actually circus performer would have been more truthful as I recall waitress jobs I've held in the past which required much juggling of glasses on trays.
So I didn't become a secretary, don't even recall working for a park district, and I did eventually earn a journalism degree, a struggle with my own money and no free room and board, and I sorta know how to use a comma. But thank goodness for calculators. But let me tell you, if that fairy godmother comes around with her magic wand don't be surprise if you hear I'm the Student Council President of Conant High School. Just saying...