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Wednesday, November 23th, 2016
Journal entry #156

It's the possibility of having a dream come true. That makes life interesting.

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ETHAN DOLAN

School was not my favorite thing to attend. In fact, it wasn't any kids favorite. It was consumed by boring teachers and strict rules. Just two hundred-fourteen more days until graduation.

I couldn't wait to get out this town I call home. I absolutely hate it here. I wanted to go out and see the world, explore new things, possibly meet someone who I can connect with and start a new life with.

Possibly.

That's what life is all about. Possibilities.

A thing that may happen or be the case.

Take my future as an example. Me moving out this crappy town may be a possibility. Finding the girl of my dreams may be a possibility. It may happen, it may be the case to a good life for me or, it could be impossible.

Impossibility.

Impossibility was something that made us question our possibilities. It made us question if something that may be could happen, actually can't happen at all. I'd like to call this getting our hopes up.

"Mr.Dolan-" I look up from my graffitied desk to face Ms.McCurdy, my Earth Science teacher.

"Care to answer number three for the class?" I look at the board.

What is the definition of plutonic?

"The definition of plutonic is an igneous intrusive rock that has cooled in the crust." She seemed surprised, probably because she knew I wasn't paying attention, but still knew the answer.

As Ms.McCurdy scribbles across the dirty board, I look back down at my desk. I run my fingertips across the small drawings I sketched.

A drawing of the word possibility is drawn right in the middle of a girl and boy holding hands.

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