Gabriel S

Tassel. Tassel. Again, my summer job is detasseling corn. My mind wanders as cornstalk after cornstalk is examined for tassels. If I find a tassel, then I pluck it out and drop it onto the ground. Tassel. Tassel. No tassel. Where am I going? What are my goals? For me, my goals do not include cornfields. My goals include boardrooms. Tassel. No tassel. I daydream as my steps reach further down the rows. To be walking on the lush, green, golf course instead of this muddy cornrow – what a delight. My size indicates a football venue, but breathing is a good thing and being at the bottom of a pile of humanity with my face in the grass is not conducive to breathing. Tassel. Tassel. No tassel. So I walk the golf course. These cornfields give me plenty of time to think. I have the potential to succeed. I have the ability to rise above my current station. I can lead others. I can breathe. Tassel. No tassel. No tassel. Yes, the boardroom is a much better place for someone with asthma then this cornfield. Finally! My row is over.