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“You do?”
He chews and ss “Well, yeah—think about it A decision youdown the road and so on and so forth—just like we’re always changing as people Nothing stays the same so who’s to say that the future will stay the sa like a current”
“Wow,” I say, a tone of laughter to ht”
He shrugs “I’ve had to”
“What does that mean?”
He sighs and stares toward the sun, his eyes narrowed into slits He turns to look at me and I can’t quite decipher his expression “A story for another time”
I’d nor tells me not to press my luck
We eat in silence for a little bit until he says, “Have you figured out your major yet?”
I sigh “No” I pull up a blade of grass and rip it between ers like it’s personally offended me in some way “I have no idea what makes me happy I just … I don’t want to be a teacher, I don’t want to be a lawyer, or an accountant There’s nothing I want to do”
He presses his lips together and his tongue sticks out slightly—a telltale sign that he’s thinking deeply “What about so with sports? You love football You should do so that makes you happy”
“Well, I can’t play sports, for starters”
He laughs “I was thinking so the lines of physical therapy”
“I failed health class my sophomore year—I don’t think I possess the smarts to do that”
His laughter booot about that”
“I was so embarrassed,” I mumble “Who fails health class? Me That’s who” I point to h