So, here is an amazing essay I wrote!! It got a perfect score!! Which is really hard to do in my English class!!

Jealous Of Me

I’m jealous, so jealous I can barely stand it. I want to be this person so bad. I am willing to do almost anything to become her. You may be thinking, who? Who is this person that I want to be so badly? Is it an actress or a singer? She could be. I fact I have no idea who she is yet. She could be an actress.  She could be a singer. She could be an astro-physicist for all I know. I don’t know much about her, except that she has the most amazing life, and I can’t wait to be her. She is future me. She is the person I am on my way to becoming. Even as I write this, I am becoming her. One day I’m sure that I will get to be her.

            Future me is someone that is intriguing. She is a mystery. I have no idea what she is going to do or be. But I know that she whatever she does or becomes, it’s going to be something great. She may live in London or L.A. She could travel the world, see Europe, maybe even China or Japan. She could get over my fear of leaving my comfort zone. Because it’s possible that she could be the opposite of me. She could spend hours working on Trig and not complain because she loves it. She could willingly spend time with my brothers. She could love staying at home and cottage cheese. Although I’m fairly certain that I will never like cottage cheese and neither will she. She can change and be different that me or she can be just like me only with an expanded horizon. She may still love volunteering and working with children. She may still love the summer and the first snowfall. She may work on her art work more; even make a career out of it. She might continue writing on fan fiction or create her own characters and sell books about them. She could even write for a TV show or act on one.  She may fall in love with a certain culture or job or just fall in love in general. Who knows? Certainly I don’t. But that’s half the fun.

 I get to discover her still. Discover what makes her tick, what she loves. I get to learn all about her. But even better than learning who she is, I get to create her. It’s like creating the coolest character I can imagine and become her. I’m the one who gets to create her, not anyone else. Of course people help. Everyone can influence her. But I’m the one that chooses whether that influence becomes part of her. My parents of course gave me values and morals, but I am the one who gets to choose whether she follows them, or create new ones. My teachers may teach her things, but I get to actually says whether she learns them.  I may not even know I’m making these choices. But every choice I make influences her. If I do something stupid today, she has to pay the consciences. But if I do something really great, she gets to have the rewards. If I choose to try something new, she may discover something she loves.  It amazes me how many thing I choose everyday that influences and creates her. It amazes me how I’m becoming her. Without me, she won’t exist, but without the hope of becoming her, I won’t care about what I’m becoming. 

 Of course by the time I am her, I won’t even realize I’m there.  But every time I think of all the things future me is going to get to do and see and be, I get excited and then jealous that she already is there, even though I know that I will get to be her soon and do all the things she will get to do. And I’m happy that I get to choose what she gets to do and see and be, but I just can’t wait for all those fabulous things to happen. I guess all I can do is create her and wait to become her. One day I will realize I’m her and bask in the life I created.

Promise to write more, Jessi