Tuesday, May 31, 2011

What I Want to Be When I Grow Up

I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
Ignore that post down there that gives away how old I am.  In terms of the universe, I'm still a baby.

When I was about six, my Aunt Martha bought me a "School Days" book -- you know the kind.  You put your report cards in them, write down who your friends were that year, and, of course, what you want to be when you grow up.  Some of my earlier entries included "Dog Walker" - considering how much I enjoy being lugged around the block by my dog, we'll just say that one is out the window.  "Sunday School Teacher" - while admittedly noble, doesn't really do much for paying the rent when used as a profession.  "Mother" and "Teacher" came up often in the early years as well.    Well, we all know, I've got the mom thing down (again, doesn't really pay the rent :-), but most days it's worth it) and well, I went to college to do the teacher thing.  And I did the teacher thing.  And I loved the teacher thing.  I'll probably (maybe) do it again someday.  It's just not in the cards right now.  That's a whole other blog post though - and probably not a very funny one.  It would just be a government rant, so let's skip it. :-)

Further on in the book, there was no longer a place to mark what you wanted to be when you grew up (I'm working from memory here.  I think it's in the attic.  The place with the spiders.  And I don't go there.)  I think I still wrote a few ideas down here and there, but of course, by 7th grade, I was more concerned about having lines for my friends' names.

I do know this.  I always loved writing.  In my senior yearbook, it actually says under my name "journalism."  It was the first time I admitted it to anyone.  And then I got an F on an English paper.  My first ever. (I was an A/B student.  Always...well, except for geometry...but we won't discuss that).  I refused to even think about it again.  I went to college, studied elementary education, then started my Master's and was certified for middle school (in everything but math, go figure :-) ).

But then X happened, and Y happened, and Z led to Q and I'm not teaching anymore - not right now anyway.  And I'm doing some cool stuff.  I'm writing for some clients, I'm  copy editing.  Oh, and I'm doing this blog thing (but that's just for me. :-) )  I'm also doing some other totally unrelated stuff - not teaching or writing - and I kind of like it too.

I guess I just don't know what I want to be when I grow up.  Does anyone ever know?

1 comment:

  1. I know exactly what I want to be when I grow up; RETIRED! And I've been saying that for more than 30 years.

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