Speaking of jobs, here's a timeline of my dream jobs throughout the years:
1995: Fireman (unless the fireman's suit for Christmas was just for kicks)
1998: Pro Inline-Skater (Disney's BRINK! anyone?)
2000-2002: Marine Biologist (this got axed when I realized I hated math. But I still want to hang with whales)
2002-2007: Journalist
<<2006-2008: actual job: working at a Dairy, how Pennsylvanian of me.>>
2007-2008: no aspirations except for making it in Oregon
2008-mid-2009: Journalist again. (Decided to go to UO for their excellent journalist school in 2009. Changed my mind, and became "Undeclared" one term in.)
<<2009-present: actual job: working in the History Department, though not a history major>>
2009-2010: Some sort of International/Spanish (no actual idea) work
2011-present: Linguistics? Diplomat? School teacher? (How can I fit whales into this?)
Things have definitely changed. And more than ever if someone asked me what I want to be (when I grow up?), I wouldn't have an answer for them. And I think that's a good answer. Why do I have to know now? I'm going to graduate and have some more fun! I'm going to defer my loans and do things I love. Hell, I may even try to teach whales Spanish. I think it would be a blast and completely unproductive. Perfect.
re: fireman. You had chicken pox and had to be humored past the itch...or was it the preoccupation with axes?
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At your age, I'd shoot for MAXIMUM COMMANDER OF THE UNIVERSE. I mean what the hell; aim for the stars, settle for the moon if you have to. If you don't even get the moon, then moon the moon. That'll show the bastards.
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