The Art of Living

Sitting here eating Cruskits pondering life.

People keep asking me what I want to do with my life. I tell them I don’t know, and they tell me to pick something, what I would do if I could do anything. I still don’t know, but I don’t say that because I know they want an answer. So I tell them astronaut, firefighter, hairdresser, ballet dancer, just like we did when we were five. Why isn’t “I don’t know” a good enough answer?

In high school it was like that too. Sarah, what’s the answer to this maths question? I say I don’t know. The teacher looks at me and asks again, telling me to look carefully at the question. I am looking carefully at the question and I still don’t know the answer. Maybe if you had made sure I learnt it in the first place I could tell you. The teacher sighs and gives out more homework. Maybe the homework would be more effective if the answers weren’t at the back of the textbook.

I have Cruskit crumbs everywhere now.

Sarah xx

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