Carol Ann ended up dropping out of community college, marrying a loser and moving to Canada. Last I heard she was divorced, 47, waiting tables and driving a junk car somewhere in Alberta. She was gifted with striking beauty. I saw a photo and she's still not hard to look at. Even at a young age Carol Ann was taken by the sweet talking Romeo. Which was not one of my talents in the fifth grade. Or today.
If you'll further suffer my waxing on this, I eventually came to realize our world doesn't have meaning or purpose within it, but we act as agents of will, creating meaning for ourselves. We set our own goals, often unconsciously. Smartly or unwisely chosen, we often achieve them.
In simple terms, we all get what we bargain for.