Theresa Thibodeau

How's Your Conscience?

Rock music blared as the alarm clock sounds at 7:00 a.m. Could the weekend really have gone by that quickly? I reluctantly rolled out of bed still slightly hung over from his best friend's birthday bash the night before. When I was in my early teens I used to dream of one day having a career where I would be considered "somebody special", somebody that could really help people. In my mind, that meant I would be either a doctor or a fireman. Unfortunately, I had to reassess these dreams when I struggled to even get sold "D"'s on my report cards. I could never understand why my parents felt they had to share that information with anybody that would inquire "what does your son do?" I showed everybody my potential though - today I live the glamorous life of a cart attendant at my local grocery store.