The sky is falling...


I am a disgrace. My father recently sent me a farewell letter for me to edit. And while it sounds strange to me, having for a mother an english teacher who could every well performed the same task, I am still nevertheless assigned to practice my editing skills on a man who is a brillant chemist.

How unfortunately then for me when I realize that daddy can write. Pretty well, if I might add. In all my years of reading, I noticed that brillant people can write very well, content-wise. For a man who spent his lifetime counting numbers and blewing up the lab, his writing skills have not certainly not declined.

Why I am of mediocre talent, I have no idea. It is time for me to retire. May my father live another 40 more years so that he can spent the next 20 replacing me as presumbly my future job as a writer and the next 20 enjoying his retirement.

After withdrawing from university, I will, in any case, follow my mother's footsteps in finding a brillant husband, who is, not forgetting, richer than me.

Chicken Little is right. The sky is falling.