My life in 25 years will be so much better. I won’t have to put up with the pressure of being Mr. Popular, I don’t even like half the people I’m friends with. No. I will have friends with meaning. Friends that I won’t have to think about popularity to be their friend. Friends like Kristin. Obviously I can’t be her friend now, but in 25 years it won’t matter.

I will decide who I want to hang out with, and what I will do. I won’t be labeled as the dumb, sports dude, but will be actually expected to have my own ideas.

In 25 years, I will have what I have always dreamed of.

The respect of my dad.

PS. If you show this to anyone Mrs. Bishop, I’ll tell everyone about your affair with Mr. Dobbins.