Apr 04, 2009 15:44
I recently found a diary I used to keep when I was 15 (just some spiral-bound notebook I titled, "Memos, Typos, and Afterthoughts") and there was an entry I wrote after taking my first career aptitude test. Let's just say I wasn't happy:
"According to my test, my destiny is to become either a librarian or a college financial aid officer. HA! And that's with a four-year college education. These dummies want me to spend about $50,000 so I can point people out to the reference section!! I'd probably choose to be a college financial aid officer. That way I can tell high school graduates to save their money for better things."
Two things are quite obvious from this entry: 1.) I grossly overestimated how much my parents were willing to pay for my education, and 2.) I had no clue what it meant to be a librarian. I just remember feeling like I could do so much more with my life than learn the Dewey Decimal System. I was so convinced I was going to do GREAT THINGS.
And I did. I became a librarian.
Life is so #$@%ing funny sometimes.