Futuristic talking.

The future.
What a huge subject.

“What do you wanna do with your life, J?”
Such a common asked question, but the answer?
Uh, I don’t know. I’m looking into being a therapist, maybe something to do with English. Yeah, I’m pretty good at English.

I mean really. Am I supposed to know what I really wanna do with the rest of my life? How will I know that I’ll actually like what I spend twenty grand a year for up to about six years going to college for?
Do you know? Should I know? I’m still trying to figure out what classes I want to take next year… IN HIGH SCHOOL.

Does this mean I’m going to fail? What will that one C I got do to my chances of getting into the school or program I want anyways? It’s tuff luck with making it into college.

My dad asked me the other day when I mentioned taking SATS…
“Before we worry about taking those, why don’t we think about what you wanna be when you grow up first. Does it really require a college education? What about the school you want to go to. Are SATS what they really look at?”

Well, dad.. I don’t know. I really just don’t know anymore.

Will I ever?
Sincerely, confused and still creating a path.