It is this question that gets little children all over the world shuffling on their bums, and straining their arms in the air as each try to get their hand higher than the others around them when the teacher asks, "Now who wants to tell me What you want to be when you grow up?" Hands shoot straight up in the air as the kids do all they can not to bounce up and down on the spot. "Ohhh me, pick me," their heads scream. I was no exception, once upon a time. Of course if you asked me when I was 7 what I wanted to do when i was older, I would have answered, architect. Yes, a legitimate job! Not fairy, or clown, when I was 7 years old I wanted to become an architect! And I continued to want this for quite a long time, until I reached High School and came to realize that it involved being pretty good at mathematics. 1+1= window? (I was good at English)...Dream shattered.
After realizing after I had dropped my home designing dreams that I didn't actually have a plan for the future I just tended to skirt around this topic. I had plenty of time anyway. Well, I'm now in my second year of university studying creative writing, with no real solid idea of who to become after I finish. Time to open the can of worms I think, though I'd rather make it a can of candy or something because frankly worms are a scary and intimidating subject.
So back to that ever hovering question, What do I want to be when I grow up? Well after a long and tedious, hair ripping assignment last year involving sonnets and villanelles I have discovered that I defiantly wont be becoming a poet. (A good thing too, because I don't own the right clothing for that.)I will not become what everyone who hears what I am doing seems to think that this course will lead to: If I wanted to be a journalist I would be doing journalism, or at least professional writing! I just do not have the ability to get into peoples faces and say exactly what I think! No, way!
