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Why is it you don’t have a job?
Posted by Caryn on Feb 1, 2010 in Caryn's writing
A young girl stands in the center of the room. To her left is a crowd of her teachers, coaches, people of influence who have shared their lives with her. At the center of her world is her dad and his friends in military uniform all smiling warming.
To her right is another crowd, this one is filled with college students’ arms outstretched and flailing, moving slowly towards her as if in a horror movie.
The young girl dressed in her freshly pressed Girl Scout uniform looks to her left, then to her right as she clutches her one remaining box of Thanks-A-Lots(tm) cookies tightly to her chest.
