I used to know where I was headed.
When I left high school, I knew I wanted a job. I wanted to work for a year and save up money for university. I applied to four different universities, three well-known and highly praised, the last well-praised but only a small crowd had heard of it. I was accepted into all, but I chose the small one. It seemed most homey. I didn't like the thought of going to a place that was so big you'd have lecture halls filled with 500 people. I like the small 30-people-at-most classes.
I started my first year there knowing that I wanted to become a teacher. I was sure of it. I was going to spend five years at the university: three years for my BA in English and two years for the Education After Degree so I could teach. Then I was going to find a job at a small school somewhere, find a small cottage to live in, and find a guy to marry me and live out there with me.
By the end of the first semester I had changed my focus to a music major, psychology minor. By the end of the first year I decided that I wanted a music major and drama minor. So that's where I am right now, second year going after that music and drama BA.
Something inside me still wants to be a teacher, but I have changed my focus for now. I want to graduate with the three year BA from here, then I don't know what I want to do yet. I know that I don't want to settle down somewhere yet. I know that I want to continue learning. I know that I want to explore and go on an adventure.
This all happened about three weeks ago. One day I had my life planned out, then I woke up the next day and I wondered why. I don't really know all that much yet. I want to explore so I can experience new things and learn. I want to figure out what exactly I can't live without.
I want to always be surprised.
It happened around the time that my grandpa passed away and my dad got married (which were like two days apart). I guess those two events shook my world a bit and made me think about what I wanted out of life, at which point I realized I couldn't answer that question.
So I started looking into travel abroad opportunities. Since I want to both learn and travel, I started looking up schools in foreign countries. My first impulse was to go to school in Norway, but apparently I have to have a certain level of Norwegian language fluency in order to complete a degree there, so until that happens, I'm going to have to go somewhere that speaks English.
I don't really know where I want to go yet, but it's going to be somewhere with a culture quite unlike the one that I live in here in Canada (not that Canada only has one culture, in fact it has many, each completely different from the next). New experiences are fun. I enjoy fun.
I can't wait. 2012 I graduate from here. That's the start of a real adventure.
Over and out.
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