This is a writing exercise we did to visualize our dreams in my senior seminar class. Retrospectively, I think I was the only one being truly honest...so this is a chronological day in the life of Joe in his dream job.
I wake up in my hillside villa overlooking the lush foliated Capitol City of my modern socialist nationstate, comforted by the soothing hands of my many wives. I attend my late breakfeast prepared in my personal kitchen by professional chefs: before attending meetings from my cabinet which updates me with economic, security, and political issues facing our nation. I hold no official office of course, praised only as the Great Educator.
Driving my armored Mercedes into the valley, I admire the sustainable homes which make their own electricity and clean their own water while also serving as botanical gardens for the people who have access to free internet communications and the right to free speech. Even speech in opposition against their Great Educator himself.
I will drive to the Government Center and give my webcast on today's issues and then take calls and emails from concerned citizens for the rest of the day. After filling out paperwork, writing moving speeches, and preparing policy for the nation, I will go out to my car and start the drive back to my villa and sixteen wives.
In transit the smart missile fired by Capitalist opponents will destroy my vehicle and send pieces of my body flaming into the hillside of the paradise I built with a pen and my hand. The citizens will erect my likeness atop the hill overlooking the capitol.
And my statue will erode in centuries, protecting it with lost ideals.
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