My Cardboard Balcony

I Did The Best by Belinda Roddie I did the best I could - or at least, I thought I did. I slaved over this project, built each page with the photographs from my camera and the smatterings of black text that I created from my keyboard. This was not a perfect product, and I wish it had been - I know it's ridiculous to pretend that perfection does exist if I try hard enough. Still, I will try to make the next book I put together more suitable for every student. Why stop here? I could make each part much better to ensure that my work ethic is clean and my reputation will stay pristine.

Do you want to be an actor, or an astronaut, or a firefighter? Do you want a job where you work at day, or where you pull an all-nighter? Or do you feel like being a nomad on the street with a pipe and a cigarette lighter? Do you want to save the world, or cure a bad disease? Or do you want to be an idler and live a life of ease? None of these answers are wrong, you know. You don't need to actually belong, you know.