I finally know what I want to be when I grow up—8 years after graduating high school.
I've always had an inkling it was ridiculous to be asked, at 17 years old, what I wanted my career to be. Now, I know it was completely asinine. My 17-year-old self loved art and writing. I also loved sports and old buildings. Hell, I liked new buildings if they were interesting enough. I liked a lot of things. But when someone asked me “What do you want to be?”, I had no idea. And honestly, at 17, should I know? I knew so little about the world when I was that age. I knew so little about myself. Yet, it’s standard protocol to expect high school seniors to declare majors and areas of study, or at least know what they want their future job to be. We are expected to go to college and get a degree, then get a job in our field. That is all fine and dandy if you know what you want to do. But what if you don’t?