Diary Entry 20

I don't really get school. I never really have.
I spend most of my waking days there and
yet I just feel like my mind is rotting away with
the cheap paint on the walls.
Luckily for me I was offered a part time job down
at the hospice in town. Not the nicest place to
work but at least it's money and it's a step
towards my goal of being a nurse, right?