What I Wanted To Be Growing Up
Growing up, I never wanted to be the stereotypical firefighter, policeman, or astronaut. Instead, I dreamed of being:
English teacher. I had a doctor's kit, including a stethoscope, but instead of playing doctor, I would take the syringe and pretend it was pen and mark up invisible papers. I really wanted to teach people where to put commas, not save lives.
Egyptologist. Except I would say, "Egyptian librarian." This was inspired by The Mummy - except I wanted to deal with dusty books. (I was sorta a bookworm, can you tell?) From second through third grade, I made a regular habit of checking out books and copying down hieroglyphics. I also read up on the mythology of Ra and Osiris.
Paleontologist. Can you guess what 1993 film inspired this? Except I was so proud, my favorite dinosaur was never the T-rex; it was the placerias because it's the cutest.
Source: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/116671446572723225/ (isn't it cute?)
Singer. The caveat here is, I can't sing. I've written lyrics to a few songs, but I would need a lot of auto-tuning. My mom offered to get me singing lessons, but there are a lot of things I've wanted, e.g. marrying Kate Middleton, and that doesn't mean they should happen.
Special Ed teacher. This wasn't a bad career path. It just fizzled out. I used to help out in the special education classes in high school.
Statistician. This is my current career path. Something about means and standard deviations had me excited. AP Stats led to a stats minor led to a stats major led to a PhD.... But I'm not good at commitment, so I don't know how this will pan out.
Writer. Imagine that! A blogger wanted to be a writer? I planned to become famous off my first or second novel, then build a study that overlooked the Mediterranean to inspire creativity...or give me lots of sunsets to Instagram.
Talk show host. This is still a dream, but I'm more pragmatic. My novel idea for this was, my cohost would rotate among my best friends. The problem here is, I hate being recorded. Also, I'm not funny on cue.
And what do I want to be now?
No idea. None of the above? Welcome to your twenties?
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