Well, when I was younger I really wanted to be a veterinarian. I loved animals, they loved me; it seemed win win! Then I discovered my crippling inability to deal with blood and guts of any kind, even my own. (side note: a week or so ago I had to get blood drawn for blood tests. I cried like a baby and my mom had to come calm me down) So I crossed vet off the list.
I love to sing, maybe I can be a singer, I thought. My mom crushed those dreams for me at a young age saying that wanting to be a performer was not practical. Ok...fine.
In high school I finally settled on Advertising. It allowed me to be creative and bossy. Two things I love. The only problem was, finishing the school I needed in order to be a captain of industry.
School bores me. I love learning, but hate the rigid environment of going to class at a certain time every day, turning in assignments on time and so on and so forth. Basically, everything that school is about.
I did take one Advertising class that I did very well in. I also took an Archaeology class I did better in. Maybe I'll be an Archaeologist, thought I.
Unfortunately, there isn't much demand for Indiana Jones type discovery digs these days. I would make little money and would have to fall back on teaching. In a school. Every year of my life.
Well crap.
I moved home and got a job at the company my mom worked for when I was growing up and found I had a real knack for it (but, not to be conceited, I tend to have a knack for anything I put my mind to, I just really like to be the best). Cool! I'll just do this!
Then the other day I helped Freckles with her homework and found, I really miss learning. I decided I want to enroll in school and finally finish! YAY!
Now the age-old question arises...What do I want to be when I grow up?
Damn.
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