Jane.

What's in a name, that a rose, should not it be called a rose, would still smell just as sweet. Or. . . something like that. High School drama was a long time ago. No, not cafeteria drama, we didn't have a real Juliet and I wasn't Romeo, naturally born with all the Shakespearean lines already in my DNA. Although that would have been cool. Like drama, drama. The elective, the not quite band geek (which I also was), but still definitely not popular crowd. I promise you, unless you go to a High school dedicated specifically to art, the drama geeks aren't the jocks, like in High School Musical. No, I was a nerd on many fronts, the music, the acting, the intelligence, the books. I got caught reading the Ender's series and all some guy saw was a picture of a futur-ey jet looking thingy. And there you had it, I was being made fun of. . . for reading. Hey, I'm Frederick, I don't play sports unless forced, I don't go outside, unless raining, and I don't mind sitting at my computer or behind a book all day long. You know what though. I can make more money doing what I do with mediocrity than you could make doing what you do unless you're in the top 5 percent of the nation. Another thing, I don't do what I do with mediocrity. You do. So make fun of me for the next five years. Please do it, it will make my glorious success in the future taste that much more sweet.