So I have an English degree. While I was in school nearly everyone I met would say, “Oh, you’re an English major? So you’re going to teach.”
Every time they said this I had to assure them, no, I will not be responsible for shaping young minds. Then I was basically obligated to share my big life plan, because if I don’t want to help kids then I’d better have a good reason, right? The only problem is I didn’t know what I really wanted to do…all I knew is that I want to travel and make a living by writing. I would tell them this (because I’m irrationally honest with strangers), and they always seemed to look at me with a mix of hope and despair, as if to say, “It’s ok, honey, I used to think I wanted to be an astronaut. You’ll grow out of it, and probably do something more stable. Like teach.” It’s difficult to argue with that face. So I usually just smile and say something funny to shut them up.
I want to write. And I’m trying to figure out where to go from there.