My Name is Adam, and I have a dream of becoming a butler one day. Whenever I see them on TV, I can't help but think they're incredibly cool. However, aside from the training they undergo, I don't possess much knowledge about the intricacies of being a butler. It appears to be a relatively simple profession which gives me hope that I have a good chance of pursuing it in the future. However, there's one significant hurdle: my parents' aspirations for me to become a doctor or a lawyer. I have to find a way to convince them that enrolling in The International Butler Academy, the largest butler academy in the world, is the right path for me. I constantly strive to maintain high grades to make my parents proud because I fear disappointing them. Sometimes, I even ponder if it would be easier if I had mediocre grades, as they might not be as invested in my future. But deep down, I know that would mean letting them down.
Today is the day when teachers and students discuss college plans, so I'm contemplating confiding in my homeroom teacher about my predicament. Perhaps she can offer guidance or assist me in approaching my parents, though I understand that I shouldn't place all my hopes on her.
"So you want to become a butler?" She asked, seeking clarification.
"Yes," I replied.
"Why, though? Your grades are more than sufficient to enroll in top universities. People admire you for your intelligence and aspire to be as smart as you," she added.
"I want this because it's my future,". I responded with conviction.
"If that's truly what you want, then I will support you as your homeroom teacher. Have you discussed this with your parents?"
I hesitated for a moment, intentionally hoping that I lacked the courage to broach the subject with them.
"N-No," I stammered
"I see. Will you tell them?" She inquired further.
Once again, I gathered my thoughts and spoke slowly, casting my gaze downward.
"Maybe."
"Are you finding it challenging?" she asked, her perceptiveness shining through.
A sense of relief washed over me, although I concealed my happiness and simply nodded. I knew she wasn't one to underestimate.
"I can help you. The parents' meeting is scheduled for next week, so I can try to convince them," she offered.
"Really?" I responded, a glimmer of hope rekindling within me.
"Yes," she affirmed
While I didn't feel an immediate surge of joy, I clung to the hope that her intervention might work, preserving my dream from being reduced to ashes.
"Alright, then I'll make sure they don't miss that day," I said expressing my gratitude before taking my leave.