I don’t actually recall ever thinking, as a young child, about what I wanted to be when I grew up,so I’m going to have to use the term ‘kid’ loosely.
When I was thirteen I decided on teaching. High school, I declared – I’m not the sort of person with the energy for little kids and I remember my own time at intermediate school with a faint note of dullness. Intermediate is the filler, between primary and high school, and I don’t like fillers.
Eventually that progressed on to school principal/headmistress/whatever you want to call it. This was hampered by a distaste of public speaking and the overall running of a school thing. That’s a bit much for my taste. I’m not exactly a businesswoman.
With this in mind, and an introduction to Classical Studies when I was fifteen, I decided on archaeology. Unfortunately the more pragmatic side kicked in and reminded me that archaeology is Quite Difficult To Get Into. I shelved archaeology as a casual interest and wrote a novel. By this I mean I took part in NaNoWriMo.
The novel was terrible, but I imagine that’s to be expected. I swapped my major to English and began delving into the world of Literature once again. It felt right. A year later, and the year after that, I did NaNoWriMo again. At present I suppose I could say I’m relatively close to teaching: could do a teaching diploma or go into tutoring, but I’m not too sure. Right now I’ve left things a bit of a blank slate, waiting for me to decide what’s next. I’ve seen others go from degree to degree, and I’ve known others who go from degree to work and back to university, and I think the latter path is the right one for me. I don’t want to carry on cramming knowledge without really thinking about what I’m doing or where I’m going. I’m young, though my X birthday is quickly approaching. I’ve got time.
For now I’m going to continue writing and when I do find my career path, there will be rejoicing.