When I get older... (click on this title!)

Cams, "morphed" into a 30-year-old!

In ten years' time, I'll just have finished journalism school. Maybe I'll be preparing the coffee for old journalists who will probably prefer to look at my legs rather than my articles! Ten years of studies to end up being the coffee girl, but, hey!, I won't be desperate. I know that it takes time to climb the different steps of the career ladder...

I'll live in a darling little flat in Paris. I'll probably be single because I will be as I am now: I cannot stand stupidity and no one will be as strong-willed as me. I hope that in ten years I will not have abandonned my ideals just to be liked by someone or to succeed faster. Because, let's face it, you succeed faster when you're a doctor's daughter rather than the daughter of a worker. I hope society will have evolved somewhat though. But I think ten years is not enough for such a change, equal opportunities will not be for tomorrow. But we have to try to change things because if we are fatalistic and without a clear will to change what isn't fair, things will never change.

Next September I'll be doing 'hypokhâgne', hard at work, and alone without the help of my mother. Life will be so difficult for her. How will she cope without screaming at me all the time?! I am afraid for my father too... And for myself, even If I'm always saying to them : "Leave me alone!" and "I wish I was gone already!", I know that it'll be difficult to live without my parents.

In ten years one thing will be pretty cool: horses will became our new cars, because no one will have found an idea to replace petrol. The new place to be will be the Arctic Ocean. We will be able to go for a cruise on this peaceful ocean, to watch as the icebergs melt...