My Journal

UC Berkeley. There it was. Shining in the distance. A girl with many hopes could get there. She would definitely need to do hard work. The sound of her alarm jerked her up. When she got down from her bed, school things were circling around her head. Projects, homework, grades... She was part of the GATE program and she had to get her grades above a B level. She had short black hair that reached a little below her chin, a regular-sized nose with a circle-shaped face and was short for her age. This girl is me. I tried remembering my dream as I brushed my teeth. I was only in elementary still. Only in 6th grade. About still 7 years away from College. But already had found a college to my liking. I was going to work hard to get my prize. I am planning to be a doctor and I have already seen the inside of the college. For now, though, I had to think all about 6th grade and what I had to achieve still. I came into the kitchen had a cup of milk and got ready for school. As I entered the school, I felt uncomfortable, as if everybody was staring at me. When I reached my friends, they were talking about random things. I did have 3 real friends out of the 7 though. I was the one who got praised for singing. The other person who once was the famous one for singing is pretty jealous of me now and I don't know when she's going to burst her bubble. Other than that though, they are a pretty good group...