I am feeling completely lost right now. Completely. I couldn't be more lost if I were wandering alone in Uzbekistan with nothing but a French-to-English dictionary and a parakeet for company. That lost. I am just really struggling with this "figure out your future" thing. I don't like it. I'm only 18. I don't know what I want to do until I'm 89 years old and ready to retire (figuring that retirement age just keeps moving up, so I'm planning accordingly). That's a lot of pressure for a little baby 18 year old.
Today at work I asked a little girl what she wanted to be when she grew up. She said she wasn't sure, but maybe she would work in a nail salon. Then she asked me why I chose to work at a daycare. And I was like, "Hold on a second, my child. This is not a career. This is just a stepping stone, if you will. A something to do while I figure out what I really want. I am not working here forever. No way, Jose. That's not in the picture." I didn't actually say that. It was more along the lines of, "This is just a job - it's not what I want to do forever." But still, it did make me think a little. If I don't hurry and figure out what I want to do, I could possibly end up working in the Gold's Gym daycare. For the rest. Of. My. Life. If that isn't incentive to figure things out, I don't know what it is.
Also, I've been thinking. And I really do need to hurry it up, because I'm going to have to register for Spring Semester around November. Which means I have until then to figure out which classes to take. Which means I have until then to decide on my future. Cool.
Right now I'm kind of stuck on the idea of being an editor. Like, a book editor. Except, oh, minor problem. How does one get into the book editing field? Is this the sorta thing where you need to know someone? Should an editor have a degree in journalism, or is an English degree okay? I mean, I have about a million questions, and no one to answer them. This is bad. I guess I could, I don't know, look this sort of thing up on the Internet. But then I'm afraid I might find out that editors make no money and live in tiny shacks made of cardboard and tin and have no friends and work sun up to sun down like slave laborers and need not one but five different degrees. What if editors are just glorified hobos? Of course, this is all completely irrational. I know that. But still. This is scary stuff. I don't want to live in a cardboard box, and I don't want to be a hobo.
I'm lost. Really, truly, un[OFFICIALLY] lost.
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| That guy there? That could potentially be me. |
Go talk to the advisers in the English department. They should be able to help you figure it all out. For now I would just register for English courses, things like technical writing, creative writing, etc. You're still very young :) It's alright not to have your life figured out. And I wouldn't worry too much about how much editor's make, eventually you're going to want your future hubby to be the bread winner anyways. Take classes that interest you and find out what you like. It's okay to try new things to discover more about yourself. I realize you don't want to waste time and money taking classes you don't need, but where you aren't sure what you want to do, it wouldn't be a waste to do so. Good luck! :) This might be a good place for you to start: http://www.weber.edu/english and call this number: 801-626-6251 for setting up a meeting with an adviser. I hope that helped!
ReplyDeletewe should totally register for the spring semester together!!!!!! 'cuz that's when I'm going.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kallie! That was super helpful! I will definitely be talking to an advisor in the near future. :) Lizzie - YES. That would be awesome! And maybe we could take a class together! How fun would that be?!
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