——Sam
The talk about the approaching end of the school year was all over school: the halls, cafeteria, labs, gym and all the classrooms. But despite the anxious and exciting feelings of the students, the school building looked the same—a typical high school.
“I can’t believe it… I am going to be a weather forecaster. A weather forecaster!” Bruce protested loudly.
He had been complaining about the career assessment result he had received that from the guidance office that day.
Miguel smiled. “You’re being overly dramatic about the whole thing.”
Bruce frowned at him. “I have faced life and handled events that have required tremendous capacity to cope and survive. I just can’t be a weather forecaster.”
I had received my result as well but couldn’t care less and just sat with them at
