Initially, I thought I would like to be an art teacher, but I soon realized that my "love" for art and children was actually a growing hatred.
I like children, I like art; I don't like either enough to spend everyday of the rest of my life working with the collation.
Look at how much pain she's in. |
Ignoring his lovely
BUT THEN....
After another good debate with my mother over I should be a lawyer or not, I realized I really enjoyed writing. Being a lawyer isn't my still because I hate politics and then I'd be a PART OF THE SYSTEM.
Anyway, when you think of journalism and the likes you always think of politics, which is, obviously not what I want to write about.
I will most likely major in communications.
So I really want to be one of those people who critiques things. I think I'd be rather good at it, seeing as how I'm only funny when I'm making fun of/being mean to something.
If none of that works out, I'll just have to go with plan B.
Which is becoming this guy.
To start off, I figured I'd try and join the school paper (horrifying, I know). So for those of you who I go to school with, actually start reading it.
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