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let's have a look at the facts, shall we?
Dec. 19th, 2001 12:36 ami am a 19 year-old
(Olympic athletes begin training practically out of the womb... okay, age 5)
high school graduate
(by which point entrepeneurs have their entire business plan mapped out and the stock portfolio to get it off the ground)
fresh out of her first semester of college
(when people have already spent their summers securing internships and are well on their way to getting a career in their field of choice through critical tracking classes and weekends spent poring over classifieds and graduate school catalogs.)
anyone else feeling like a slacker and overall failure yet?
sigh. i know it's not as bad as all that. not yet anyway. it's just, people have been asking me the same "what do you want to be when you grow up" question for the past six years and i am no closer to giving a definite answer now than i've ever been. this "real world" still seems so far away and unfathomable to me - i have no concept of what it'll be like to have a job. i mean i know about getting in on time, tedious uniforms, remembering to punch out for lunch and plastering on a grin no matter that you're dog died; but a real job? no clue where to even begin. office buildings and power suits and sleeping in rollers or with bosses, who even knows?
what do i want? honestly, i'd settle for a direction so that i can start down a path that will lead me to a career where i can not be bored to tears, meet interesting people, have the time and energy for a social life and my own personal distractions, be appreciated, and get paid what i'm worth. 'am i crazy? am i dreamin'?...'
my list of considered career options so far?
editor
ghostwriter
journalist
dancer
photographer
astronaut
graphing designer
flight attendant
professional tourist
teacher
travel guide
psychologist
film critic
geneticist
archivist
profiler
fbi agent
can i just say how much like a 6 year-old reading back over that list for a first-grade assignment makes me feel? like i'm four feet tall standing in front of a classroom reading from a list written in all the colors from the 16-pack crayolas lying scattered on my dining room table at home.
so glad i have my mum here to hug me and assuage my demons with tea and love. and just for tonight, i think that might be enough.
(Olympic athletes begin training practically out of the womb... okay, age 5)
high school graduate
(by which point entrepeneurs have their entire business plan mapped out and the stock portfolio to get it off the ground)
fresh out of her first semester of college
(when people have already spent their summers securing internships and are well on their way to getting a career in their field of choice through critical tracking classes and weekends spent poring over classifieds and graduate school catalogs.)
anyone else feeling like a slacker and overall failure yet?
sigh. i know it's not as bad as all that. not yet anyway. it's just, people have been asking me the same "what do you want to be when you grow up" question for the past six years and i am no closer to giving a definite answer now than i've ever been. this "real world" still seems so far away and unfathomable to me - i have no concept of what it'll be like to have a job. i mean i know about getting in on time, tedious uniforms, remembering to punch out for lunch and plastering on a grin no matter that you're dog died; but a real job? no clue where to even begin. office buildings and power suits and sleeping in rollers or with bosses, who even knows?
what do i want? honestly, i'd settle for a direction so that i can start down a path that will lead me to a career where i can not be bored to tears, meet interesting people, have the time and energy for a social life and my own personal distractions, be appreciated, and get paid what i'm worth. 'am i crazy? am i dreamin'?...'
my list of considered career options so far?
editor
ghostwriter
journalist
dancer
photographer
astronaut
graphing designer
flight attendant
professional tourist
teacher
travel guide
psychologist
film critic
geneticist
archivist
profiler
fbi agent
can i just say how much like a 6 year-old reading back over that list for a first-grade assignment makes me feel? like i'm four feet tall standing in front of a classroom reading from a list written in all the colors from the 16-pack crayolas lying scattered on my dining room table at home.
so glad i have my mum here to hug me and assuage my demons with tea and love. and just for tonight, i think that might be enough.
