I am in World History class right now. We are being lectured at by a random man at the moment. I would be paying attention, but I don't know who this man is, so I am drifting off.
I've been thinking about my future a lot lately. Besides being discouraged by my counselor - she basically told me that I wouldn't be getting into the college of my dreams -, I am, overall, pretty optimistic about getting into college and getting a job.
When I was little, I wanted to do a lot of things. I wanted to be a dentist, a vet, a firefighter/cop, lawyer, doctor, stand-up comedian, journalist and, probably at one point, a Disney princess. I was an ambitious little child. Very inquisitive. Today I...well, I still don't know completely. But I have some ideas: forensic anthropologist/investigator, restaurant owner, oncologist, author, record producer, singer, psychologist, etc. As you can see, I still have a plethora of potential jobs, so not much has changed in that aspect. But these ones sound fancier!
College. Jeez, that's intimidating. Two and a half years away. Now, that's downright terrifying. Don't get me wrong, I am extremely excited for college (preferably out-of-state, but I have been informed by my mother that I will only achieve that dream if I win the lottery or get a million half-time jobs), but I am also kind of freaked out by the idea. I mean, the transition into high school was just completely blundering (that was right in the middle of my "awkward phase". Actually, that phase isn't over yet, but I have faith!). But college? Moving out of home to go to a school at least five times bigger than my current school? That's scary. But I still have high hopes for it. I'm not going to talk about the whole freedom bit (although, it's completely true) because it is overdone. I am simply looking foward to learning. Yeah, I know. I'm a nerd. What a shocker! I actually get to choose the classes that I want to take! Oh, and boys. Did I mention boys? I don't think I did. I go to an all-girls school currently... 'Nuff said. Co-ed school will be a nice change.
Okay, I know that right now I'm all pumped about all of the freedom of college and stuff, but to be perfectly honest, I bet you that I will be one of those kids who spends tons of money to go to college out of school (maybe I will marry rich) only to get extremely homesick. After which I will probably drop out of said college to return home and take classes at a local community college...
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Not really though. I mean, I'll get homesick, but not that much.
Alright, awkward man has stopped talking, so I should pay attention to the teacher now.
Farewell, brethren!
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when I was little I wanted to be: a princess, an author, an artist, a ballerina, a firegirl, a teacher, doctor, and (this is the weird one) a homeless person. I thought homeless people were cool, and did it by choice, and it was camping in the city. Yup. I think at one point I also wanted to be a vet. Now I want to be either a doctor, teacher, or a princess (just a little bit). I don't really have too many dreams cause I don't want them to go unfulfilled, so my dream college is one where I can get a degree to do what I want.
ReplyDeleteAnd you forgot to mention all the stress of OMG college in two years everything you do now will decide what happens later.
I never thought about homelessness that way... I like that idea though. It's better than the reality, at least. Although, when I was tiny, I used to sleep in a sleeping bag by my bed and I thought that was "roughing it" like they did in the old Western movies.
ReplyDeleteI know that a bunch of my dreams won't happen, but I've decided to be more positive and say that it's better to have dreams and try for them than to not have any or to not try for them.
*Shudders* The future. Almost as weird as the past. Except that past is certain, unless you are forgetful. Who knows where we'll be? And you know what, Miss Counselor has...held pillows over the dreams of other students, too. You get out there and SHOW HER WHAT YOU CAN DO. And when you do, just come back and stare at her while showing your little plaque. You're gonna have a freaking plaque, I know it. Encrusted with bronze. Or gold.
ReplyDeleteAnd I also enjoy Sarah's comment!