Prophecy fulfilled - almost.
Predicting the future. Special mention goes to my high school English teacher, Sir Joseph. Thank you for this assignment nine years ago. Several weeks back, my mother showed me a piece of paper she found in one of her house-cleaning escapades. It was a sheet of intermediate pad with the familiar small, slanted handwriting on both sides, save for the red marks from my high school English teacher. I told my mom I've seen it already—of course, because I wrote it, but nine years have passed since then. What I meant to say was I saw it again just a couple of months ago, while rummaging through some more papers in my mom’s clinic looking for something… important. I don’t know. The minute I got hit with that blast-from-the-past, I completely forgot what I was looking for in the first place and started re-reading my juvenile attempt to predict the future. I remember that homework so well: the teacher asked us to write down (in English, as always) what we thought we would be te...