Fake College Man

Gettin Weird Chapter 17.

I almost blow-off the G-E-D. I really do. After this thing with my dad and my visit with Emily, everything else seems small and silly. 

Besides, what’s the point? ? I’m an ex-con already, at 17. Why kid myself, I’m not going anywhere in my life. But when I hear myself saying all this negative crap, all this self-pitying bull, and imagine Emily Wahhsted hearing me say it, I get mad and decide I’ll go take the test. Hey, why not throw away seven and a-half-hours of my life taking a dumb-ass exam? After all, I’m an atheist who quit drinking for Lent, a totally religious thing, so I guess I can take the G-E-D even if I don’t believe it will make any difference to my future? In case you hadn’t noticed, rational decision-making is NOT my strong suit.