when I grow up

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

-Everyone Who has Ever Talked To A Four Year Old

I wanted to work at Seaworld and be a dolphin trainer.  I also wanted to own cats.  I wasn’t sure if that was an actual profession, but I wanted to do it anyway.

Ten years later I was in middle school and people started asking me again, “What do you want to do after high school?”  What do I want to do after high school?  I just wanted to survive high school!  Such a response wouldn’t pacify the average friend-of-the-family so I simply said, “I want to be a writer,” with upmost confidence.  That was my story, and I stuck to it all through middle school, and the first two years of high school.

Up through then, my favorite subject had been English.  I liked writing essays and reading books, but I wasn’t sure if writing was a direction I wanted to go in because sometimes it was hard to find money in it.  I felt lost.  High school is precollege.  You take a certain set of classes that will get you into the university that will give you the best education in your major, and I didn’t even know what I wanted.

Beginning of eleventh grade came and everyone was already filling out their applications and studying for the SATs.  My counselor sent a mass request for all of us to talk to her about our plans.  I did what I was asked to do:  I went to her office, and stood in line for an hour and a half until she was free.  I sat down in a chair that smelled about thirty years older than I was as she brought up my profile.

“What do you want to do in life?”

My lips were ready to say the ever-familiar phrase when something stopped me.  I just sat there with my mouth agape and thought about what I wanted to do.  This was college; I do anything.  I could educate myself to be the best whatever-I-wanted that I could be.  I thought about how I liked to read, I liked good dialogue in movies, I liked comparing different styles of character development, I hated pizza rolls and people who wore Uggs in the middle of August, and I spent my time writing stories.  I looked back at her and said, “I want to be a writer,” with upmost bewilderment.

My name is Lauren The Largemouth Bass and I was almost a marine biology major.

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5 thoughts on “when I grow up”

  1. I tried so hard not to comment but I just had too… I don’t really know you, but you have talent.

    The second paragraph I totally understood your tone. ” “What do you want to do after high school?” What do I want to do after high school? I just wanted to survive high school!” As I read that, I could somehow sense the emphasis on, “what DO I want..”

    Also, I really liked your reoccurring theme, “what do you want to…” A nice touch.

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  2. What I want to be right now is a banker, because I love studying economy and business. When I was young, I wanted to be a basketball player because I thought it was a passion career. Different period we have different dreams, and we all make efforts for dreams. I hope you can do what you want to do, and doing it very successfully.

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  3. I really enjoy your writing style so i think being a writer is the perfect thing for you. you keep the reader engaged in your story, you have a great vocabulary and you have very good tonality. It’s really nice that what you pretended to want all those years really ended up being the right thing for you.

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  4. I found your post very very interesting. It shows how life repeats itself naturally. I am curious though what your major is. Just because you want to be a writer does not tell me you major. i can assume it is English?

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