WHAT I WANTED TO BE GROWING UP, CHRONOLOGICALLY
This actually has a story arc, economically. Starting at starving artist, peaking at rich success, sitting at comfortable, and ending at poor-ish post grad. (Shoutout to @list for helping my not so creative self)
- •An artist (K-1st grade)Like an actual drawing, painting artist. Not the musical kind. DEFINITELY NOT the dancing kind, after one ballet class I knew I was only there for the tutus.
- •A writer (2nd-3rd grade)I was the kid who described myself as "a very serious person". I guess I found this more scholarly.
- •A doctor, specializing in pediatrics (4th-9th grade)I probably said it that way too. I also thought I'd go to Princeton for undergrad and Columbia for med school. Fairly sensible for a 9 year old since they're both near my hometown. I was gonna be a career woman with a firefighter husband who also stayed at home with the kids. Seriously. I planned this at 9 and told my family often.
- •A veterinarian (10th-12th grade)Like a doctor, but for animals.
- •A WILDLIFE veterinarian (12th grade-sophomore year of college)Shit got cray.
- •A zookeeper (junior year-recent grad)More hands on work with animals, and how does that not look like the coolest job ever? Once you get over the poop and all...
- •An environmental educator (recent grad: age 22-23)My inherent tree-hugger personality finally became apparent to me. It was already obvious to everyone else though.
- •Executive director of a nonprofit organization (23-current)I'm still growing up. And I'd like to run shit one day.