Reading is important, kids!

I worry.
I worry so much.
How is it that he passed?
I mean, maybe I was privileged.
Maybe I was surrounded by good teachers and good students.
He's not a bad student though.
He's not.
His grades were good.
Mostly B's and a few A's and the occasional C's.
He failed one class.
That's fine.
It was physics.
Math isn't his thing.
Neither is science really.
That's okay.
But then, now this?
He's a freshman in college.
Yet, he doesn't know a single thing about MLA.
Or writing a paper.
He doesn't.
I mean, his vocabulary is okay.
He doesn't like to read either.
It never occurred to me how important reading is...was.
I always loved it so I never thought of it as educating myself.
It was just fun.
I guess I worry too much.
He'll be successful in college.
He was good in high school.
Even though he didn't once study.
Or care.
I think he will learn to study.
Hopefully, he will.
He better.
I worry.
I can't help it.
I want to see him succeed.
Be that awesome kid I know he can be.
Academically, that is.
He's a business major.
He has to get a master's.
I don't think he knows this.
I'd rather not say yet.
I worry.
I worry so much.
He's my baby brother.
I love him.

Oh my!

I did something naughty.
I mentioned to my friend that I had a blog.
That we had a blog.
Yeah.
It slipped.
The only friend that knew was you.
I don't think she'll read it.
If she does, HI.
I hope you like it.
I hope you're able to tell when I write.
I think you might.
Maybe.
I like to believe my personality shows in my writing.
If it doesn't, that's just so sad.
My dreams of having two distinct voices in this blog would be shattered.
Like a vase made of glass hitting the floor.
CRACK!
BANG!
BOOM!
Atom bomb!
Anyway, I have many tests next week.
I hope I pass.
God help me.