Ambitions

In seventh grade English, today, one of the girls was giving back massages to her friends. (And no, she wasn't supposed to be doing this, but it was during group work and there is always that awkward 5 minutes at the end of group work when the fast groups are done and slow ones are still working--what's a bored seventh grader in a fast group to do in this situation? Give back rubs, of course!) This girl was really getting into the back massage; I mean, she was using her elbows and everything. I was impressed.

I asked her, "Hey, Lindsay, are you going to be a massage therapist when you grow up?"

"No," she said, "but I want to own a salon. And be a brain surgeon."


Did I mention I teach at a private school?

For further enlightenment, listen to the song "I Want a Pony" by Candypants.