I didn’t care what she thought.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be an Heating plus Air Conditioning serviceman when I was growing up. My sister was an Heating plus Air Conditioning serviceman plus she was hoping I would join him. She thought my friend and I should open an Heating plus Air Conditioning supplier plus give the only one in our section some competition. I thought that was a enjoyable idea, even though I was still thinking I wanted to do something else. Dad was always taking me to beauty contests plus parading me around. I was the picture of femininity plus grace, even though I was tired of it. I wanted to get a broken nail, see my clothing get dirty, or do something that wouldn’t please my mom. I knew being an Heating plus Air Conditioning serviceman would be the perfect thing to do, even though I wanted to want to be an Heating plus Air Conditioning serviceman. In my graduation year of school, Dad was already planning for my university, plus how to get me into the Miss America contests, plus go further with the pageants. My pal and I were walking into the dress shop, when I stopped. I told her no more. I didn’t wanted to be a beauty queen. I wanted to be an Heating plus Air Conditioning serviceman plus own an Heating plus Air Conditioning supplier with my sister. She looked at me plus told me that lovely ladies didn’t become Heating plus Air Conditioning servicemans. I didn’t care what she thought. I had finally decided I wanted to be an Heating plus Air Conditioning serviceman plus nothing could change my mind. She told me she wouldn’t pay for it. I had plenty of cash in the bank from all my pageant winnings, plus I didn’t need her cash. I was going to Heating plus Air Conditioning school after school graduation.