Come on now, I’m not the only one who’s feeling like this. I’ve just finished my first year of Journalism at college and the time has come to actually start thinking about my future; surely I’m not the only teenager out of the thousands of us that doesn’t have a freaking idea what they want to do.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
The answer to that question becomes ridiculously harder to answer as you get older, I asked my 9 year old sister the same question just last night and she’d managed to reel of 4 different jobs without a second thought.
“Hmm, a vet or a teacher, or maybe even a hairdresser, or a singer!”
When you’re younger you seem to have no limits, the sky is never too high, but now I feel trapped in this cage of judgement. I know that I definitely don’t want to go to uni, it’s just not for me. I’m not sure about you but I’d rather not get in £1000’s worth of debt and still not be guaranteed a secure job as a result. I’m also not much of a party goer, I know, I sound like such a kill joy; I’m 17 and I struggle to finish a beer – PASS ME THE SPRITE!
But the look on people’s faces when I tell them I don’t plan on going is just pure disappointment. Like my dog had just eaten their freshly planted blue bells and spat them out on their doorstep. And any mention of a gap year just screams ‘quitter’, it’s like they’re just expecting my life to be one permanent gap year – wow that really doesn’t sound too bad. But seriously, maybe I just need some more time to really know what I want to do. I want to try and make it my own way as a journalist first, if it doesn’t work out then who knows? I could end up back where I started, still not wanting to go to uni or I could welcome the opportunity with open arms knowing that’s the only way I’m gonna do what I enjoy.