Friday, April 10, 2015
I think we put a lot of pressure on our youth. Since kindergarten we get asked the same question, "What do you want to be when you're older?" While most of us answered things like the tooth fairy, a mommy or a teacher. Often we changed our minds along the years, so regardless our answers were 'of the moment' not a lifetime. Plus, it's not like because you say you want to be a tooth fairy in kindergarten they're going to start gearing your education towards the tooth industry - just doesn't happen.
So it's incredibly frustrating when I talk to young teens who are struggling with deciding what they want to do. The pressure of what college or university to attend or whether or not to work or take a year off to travel. Of course the choice to do any of these things doesn't always depend on your 'choice' other things like finances and grades have a say as well, but I think as the 'older generation' including parents alike, should really demonstrate that making that ultimate choice isn't something to stress your heart about.
For me, I took a year off, I spent half the year doing a grade 12 math course; in which I barely passed, therefore it was quite useless to me. For the rest of the year I began working at the daycare, you know the changing diapers, wheels on the bus job. During that time I decided I would go to college. How did I decide? I was at my grade 12 graduation sitting beside someone who I never had met nor seen before. He told me what college and program he was going into, I checked it out briefly (google) and applied. I know it sounds like a simple choice and truly it was. I knew I wanted to go to school, but I didn't fret over what I was going to be, because frankly I knew that I was always just going to be me, and the other things that I gained along the way would become apart of me, not the whole me.
My mindset was completely, 'Let's see where this goes!" and frankly, that's still my attitude.
After finishing the year of college, I decided to do another year. Why? Two reasons, doing one year meant a certificate, doing two years meant a diploma, one sounds better than the other. Second reason, I could apply to go to Australia for school. Because? Australia. While I was accepted to Australia I decided not to go, mainly because of two things, money and the 'beautiful by the ocean school,' was actually 'hidden in the woods, middle of nowhere school' and I am deathly afraid of snakes, if that sentence makes sense.
After that I needed to continue to do something. While I wasn't set on becoming anything in particular, I knew that I wanted to keep moving in a forward direction. So moving back home and going back to diapers (for the children/not myself) wasn't what I wanted to do. I applied to three universities and was accepted to all three. But I secretly wanted to go to the University that was in the same city as my College. So I was pleased to be accepted and accepted their offer!
In the three years I changed my major twice. Why? Because I realized I had to take math for my first selected major and I wasn't willing to do that...like snakes, I am also deathly afraid of math. So, I began my English major; which I often admit to people with my head down, as if I am telling them I can't sleep with the lights off. I truly, choose English because I am good at writing and I enjoy reading, although since we're telling the truth, I hardly read any of my course material, but hey, I have a diploma on my wall....
Now, after graduating from both college and university, six years later, here I am. No, I am not a doctor or a nurse, a teacher or a engineer, I don't really have a title but the ones that I give myself. While, I can imagine how nice it would be to be lined right into a career, not having to worry about paying for insulin out of pocket... at the same time I can safely say I am doing okay and I am okay. I managed to not fret about the big "WHAT AM I GOING TO BE?!" and just focus on being. That's what it is about...at least for me.