It’s official - I’m the President’s speech writer as of July 13 (I work at a University). I’m 29 1/2 as of this Tuesday. I can’t believe I’ve finally made it. It’s crazy. When I was 20, 21, 22 - I felt so lost. I had dropped out of college and dind’t know what the heck I was doing. I was a receptionist making $8.00/hr and living in a shit apartment with a crazy land lady because my apartment burned down. Insanity. But I pulled my shit together. I figured out a way to get back into class (had to write a letter to the dean to plead my case since I hadn’t cared enough about classes before to even try to get good grades) and once I was committed I got straight As (except in spanish). I wanted a better life. I graduated. I broke up with my loser boyfriend. I moved back to my hometown. I worked my ass off. I wrote. And now … I’m 29 and I’m now where I wanted to be when I am 50. Crazy. Fuck yeah!
