I am an oldest child, but I somehow missed out on that “responsible oldest child” thing. I was a good girl for the most part. But responsible? Notsomuch. I got the worst grades ever. I’m smart but I’ve always felt like homework was silly and cramped my style. I nearly flunked out of 5th grade because of missing assignments. Middle school wasn’t much better. Even college was a bit of a disaster. Every report card I’ve ever gotten has a variation of “Jennie is not fulfilling her potential”. My feelings were always, “meh, who cares what the teacher thinks?”
I also have an impossible time saving money. If I have it I spend it. The End. I’m not a cheap person (obviously, because cheap people like to save money) but I do love a good value. I also love the thrill of the hunt (that’s a shopping hunt I’m talking about). Anytime I see something cute I wonder if I can make it. If not, can I find it cheaper on the internet? (answer: almost always!)
I’m responsible now, of course. Nothing like a husband, six kids, a house and a dog to beat the fun-loving irresponsibility out of any girl. However I still try to bounce a check occasionally and arrive late for things just to show The Man that I still have a little bit of my slacker mojo going on.