lydia

“How would you like to drop out of school?” says my dad this morning.

Seriously.

So like yesterday he’s lecturing me about my grades (I haaaattteee geometry!!!) and then today he says who needs school.

Here’s the deal: He got offered some job where he gets to travel around the world—and he wants me to come with him. He’ll have to hire a tutor to home school me, which is fine by me. (As long as he’s cute!!!) I’ll only have to do school for half a day. Suckers!!!!!!