If it were up to me...
So I know I constantly have this crisis called "what do I want to do with my life?" And it's acting up again. As I sat in mass today, I realized that my whole childhood revolved around transportation. My dad always took us on train rides, and there are pictures of me and Mike crawling on tanks. We took boat rides on Lake Superior, and drove to the AFB to look at the planes. So it's only natural that I wanted to be a taxi driver. And now I want to be a pilot. Because honestly, could you imagine me working a desk job? Ha! Not bloody likely. But I hate how my career options are on completely different ends of the spectrum. I could be a broadcaster, an event planner, a fashion designer, a pilot, a flight attendant, a writer at a magazine, a book editor/publisher. I don't know - there are so many things out there! It's frustrating.
And the other part of me just wants to start life. To move, and get a cute little job, and a cute apartment. With a cute dog and a nice man. To waltz around in cute little outfits and buy Starbucks and records.
But why is there all this pressure to go to college when it just acts like a roadblock to real life?
And the other part of me just wants to start life. To move, and get a cute little job, and a cute apartment. With a cute dog and a nice man. To waltz around in cute little outfits and buy Starbucks and records.
But why is there all this pressure to go to college when it just acts like a roadblock to real life?