“Come on in, boys,” said Ms. Grayson. “Have a seat.”
Billy and Ryan, the Meyer twins, bumped into each other when they tried to walk
through her office door at the same time. They fumbled their way through, then
took the two seats in front of her desk.
Ms. Grayson leaned forward and smiled. “Since you both will be graduating high
school soon, I wanted to take this time to talk with each of you about your
future plans. Have either of you thought about a career you’d like to pursue?”
The boys looked at each other, then Billy spoke up. “I have, Ms. Grayson, but
I’m kind of torn. You see, part of me really wants to be a space cowboy, but
another part wants to be an accountant.”
Ms. Grayson leaned back in her chair and thought this over. “Well, for what
it’s worth, I can tell you that there is a better job market for accounting,
and you won’t have any trouble finding a school that will give you a good
degree. Also, as an accountant you would be much more likely to get a good
dental plan.”
Billy nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good point. Thanks Ms. Grayson.”
“And how about you,” she asked, turning to Ryan.
“I’ve been thinking about it, too, ma’am,” said Ryan. “I really want to teach
biology, but sometimes I also want to be a space cowboy.”
“Hmm,” said Ms. Grayson, tapping her fingers on the desk. “Between those two, I
would definitely recommend being a space cowboy.”
Both of the young men thanked her and left the office.
Billy envied his brother for the rest of his life.
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