by Colin Hughes

Created on: November 27, 2009

"My Life at Thirty-five"

For my remaining days of high school, my English class was assigned to write several reflection papers about the past, present and future. For our third paper, the other seniors and I were given the task of writing a paper about a day in the life of our thirty-five-year-old selves. Here's my life at thirty-five.

The days were lining up until deadline. I spent the majority of these days at work in a dark room with a single computer. My eyes were getting weary, almost about to shut while driving the left lane of the interstate. At six-fifteen in the morning, there is only one thing on my mind. I really need some sleep. Well, I would be lying to say that it is the only thing on my mind; that's just the center of it. Yet, the only thing keeping me awake other than driving on the interstate is the thought of how I'm going to finish editing this episode. Plus, the thought of my eight-year-old son calling me last night to ask to come home early from his mom's house has slipped through my mind once or twice.

Things had been finally going smoothly over at his mother's house. My son, __?___, had finally started to like his new stepfather after a year of his mother's marriage. Even though he hadn't become a second father to __?___ (which is definitely fine with me), he had become sort of like an uncle to him. I had originally disliked the man a million times more than __?___ ever could, but who wouldn't hate a guy who your ex was madly in love with. I told myself that she was just infatuated, but most of my hatred was just jealousy. When getting to know the guy, which I couldn't stand doing, I found him to be much like me, except better in a lot of ways. He excelled in everything he did. He was physically fit, extremely intelligent, and had two boys who were a little bit older than my son. His boys, of course, were little replicas of their dad, and I was a little worried about what they'd be like around __?___.

There's nothing wrong with __?___; he was just a little more sensitive than a lot of other kids his age. Being very profound, __?___ showed to have thoughts and questions that seemed to be beyond that of an eight-year-old. Sometimes the questions he asks me, not many educated people could be able to tell him the answers to. Then I look like the total idiot, because I'm always around to say "I don't know," or "I'm not sure."

Getting off of the interstate, I kept on trying to think about what changes I was going to make to the episode I

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