“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.