If I were President...

So, my mom found a paper I wrote for school in 1997. The prompt was "If I were President." Here's what I wrote:

If I were President I would be a race car driver. I would go to the track once a month. I would go on 10 foot ramps and then I would eject out before the car crashes. I would hide from the audience and then... poof! I am out. I want to be a race car driver because I think being race car driver is fun. I want to be a president because I will be able to help America.

What I found even more interesting was my brainstorming page. You've all probably done this in elementary school, where you put the main topic in the middle, circle it, and draw lines from the circles where you write down your ideas. I brainstormed three ideas from the prompt "If I were President."

• I would be a pilot because I could do loopy loops
• I would be a astronaut because I could do the moonwalk and jump super high
• I could be a race car driver and really fast

I most definitely was a child prodigy.

The Battle Begins!

My study abroad adviser interviewed me today. Just a couple more materials to be sent off to CIEE, and we'll see if I get accepted into Sophia University's program for the next academic year. The whole situation is making me really excited!

Although, on the way to turning in my study abroad materials, a car tried to run a red light right as I was crossing the crosswalk. I kind of made a "what the fuck?" look to the driver and motioned towards the obvious red light above my head. Regardless, when I was out of the way, the driver continued to run the red light. I'd rather not get smashed by a car before I even get the chance to study abroad. What's even weirder, as I was walking away from the campus after turning in my materials, another car ran a red light at a cross walk that I was simultaneously crossing. And when I came to another crosswalk on a different block I became a little more apprehensive, which was good, because this time a car came in relatively fast and stopped over the crosswalk line right where I would've stepped out. This is no time for any attempts on my life! Dear Mr. Assassin, would you mind purging me on a date that is after July 2009? I'd like to spend a year in Japan before my life comes to its bitter end!

With that said, I'm going to be extra careful around things that may paralyze/kill me from the time between now and when I ship off to Tokyo. Regardless, words cannot explain this feeling of excitement inside, as I soon find out whether or not I will be spending the 2008-2009 academic year in Japan!