Poor Little Marilyn

The assignment was on what your family expects of you, so I decided to write my own life story in a nutshell as a satire on expectations.

It’s a sad tale, indeed. Marilyn was a smart girl, and had been all her life. She was beautiful and multi-talented, excelling at many of the sports she tried her hand at, and receiving top marks all through elementary school, then junior high, and then again in high school. Marilyn had a promising life ahead of her, everyone agreed. The townsfolk waited to hear if she had gotten into Vassar, like her mother, or Brown, like her father. But little did the townsfolk know, Marilyn had not even applied at those places. Marilyn had worked hard all of her life; all she wanted now was to relax on a beach somewhere. However, the only way to achieve this beach bum state was to go to college near a beach, where she could put on a pretense of going to school, but really just go and get a great tan. So poor little Marilyn went to school in a tropical area, and spent most of her days on the beach getting her tan, and not too much time in her classes. The townsfolk were dismayed when Marilyn’s grades came back, and when they learned that her extracurriculars included beaches and margheritas, and little else. Marilyn was very sad about all of this, her tan was great, but she was bored with the beach, and so she decided to leave her tropical school. This was the first of many moves for poor little Marilyn, the girl who could’ve…but didn’t.