Dear American Dream,

I couldn't care less about you.

I have no desire to attend an almost-Ivy-League college if it becomes my answer to whether countless hours of staying up and running my brain ragged were worth it. Nowhere inside my being is there an urge to climb the corporate ladder only to sit in a cubicle and kill trees with a printer all day.

I want adventure. I want to get my shoes muddy every time I do something new, to desperately scrape up money to take flights to southern France, to pack a suitcase in ten minutes for an impromptu drive out to amusement parks on the Canadian border, to take a roadtrip in my pajamas once every month or two.

Today, I hardly thought once about my less-than-passing grade in AP Calculus, nor did I set aside a proper amount of time to finish my AP Lit paper that's due next class... and you know what.
I can't remember the last time I was so happy to be alive...