I remember vividly, my answer to the teachers after they had asked,"Where do you see yourself in 7 years?" or,"What do you want to be when you 'grow up'?"
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I could tell by the look on her face that she was expecting me to say something the rest of the class had said, but I didn't...no. Instead, I had pondered for a moment. I do believe that if anything's worth doing it's worth doing right. If I was to give an answer, I'd be putting my full thought into it.
I sat tapping on my desk and making funny faces ment to resemble my "concentration". After a moment of collecting my thoughts I gave the teacher an answer I could tell, from the worried, impatient look on her face didn't please her for the amount of time she'd been waiting to hear it.
"I'd be a HOBO."
I wasn't quite sure what I was talking about then and there, I had just collected my thoughts. Went through all my interests, thought about being a veterinarian or a lawyer, I figured I could get into writing and be a news reporter like my mom, a tattoo artist like my dad? I wasn't sure, but based off of what came out of my mouth through my subconscious, none of the above applied.
And, to my teacher, my genuine answer hadn't either. She lectured me about sarcastic comments after. Which I took to heart, and really thought about it, I left the thought at being a hobo wouldn't be so efficient, and apologised for my sarcasm later writing my essay on being a veterinarian, I love animals, I thought being able to help them would be beneficial to my own self esteem and happiness. In the midst of it all though, I made a personal note to be sure I'd respond in my own way next time. "I'd be a HOBO." Became a frequent answer for me.
Who would've thought my later career would be that of a Road Walker.
