“What do you want to be when you grow up?” is a question we’re asked from when we’re little kids all the way up to our senior year of high school, and even through the college years.
Its a big question. And not an easy one to answer at 5, 18, or even now at 26.
I remember saying to my mom that I wanted to be an astronaut, or a pilot. Later a firefighter, or an architect. And for a short time, a meteorologist (all because of the jackets the King 5 anchors wore).
As I got older, I realized that so many of those careers involved math. And numbers aren’t my thing. Give me some statistics, and already compiled data, and I’m completely happy with those. But ask me to figure out the answer to an equation, and I’m out the door.
The last three years of school have taught me what I’m good at, but just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean that’s where your passion is. I’m good at the jobs I do because I don’t like to give anything less than 100%.
It comes as no surprise that the last three years at school have led me in a variety of directions that I’ve enjoyed; student involvement, diversity, residence life, social media, and creative writing. With the first month of my senior year nearly complete, I have come to a turning point: what do I pursue in higher education?
I’m happy with all of the extra curricular activities I’ve participated in. But how will that all balance out in the end?
I know I want to work on a college campus, but ultimately, I transferred to SNHU for it’s academics. The Creative Writing Program was impressive, and has pushed me and my writing in a direction that I like.
Its time to fill out those applications, take the GREs, compile my recommendation letters, and hope for the best.
All of those steps are a daunting process now that my research is done. I need to sit, put my headphones on, and get all the applications done. And then take everything else one piece at a time.
Last but not least is the waiting.
The schools I’m looking at are all over the country. I have an ideal path under the hopes that everything falls into place. And then there’s the backups.
Will I end up back on the West Coast? Or perhaps I’ll suddenly be farther north? What about moving to the Midwest?
My next move makes my heart pound.