Mostly this thread’s aimed at college kids, but I guess anyone could answer.
What would you like to do with your future schooling/career? I don’t mean the “well mama wants me to major in nucular engineerin’” plan, I mean the one that would be really cool, but would never, ever, ever work out.
I’d like to be a freelance writer. Ideally, I want to get into and graduate from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop. Whatever I do with the rest of my life would be completely spontaneous. Sometimes I think I might actually be able get in. But entry is extremely competitive, and then there’s the problem of what do I DO with an MFA in Creative Writing.
I’d like to use my charisma (and lack of ethics) to rise through the ranks of the corporation, make connections in the government and land a spot on the Council of Foreign Relations, and then run for president.
And then I plan on making America a totalitarian dictatorship and invading Canada, and then building a space fleet so that I can colonize the stars. But that’ll be after I have my scientists discover an immortality drug.
I’ve never gone to college but I’m going to submit my two impossible dreams anyway.[sub]Because I can.[/sub] I will be the first major film star who is an actual forensic lab weenie in her spare time. (Hey, with credentials like that, maybe I be a film consultant when I’m too long in the tooth to be considered winsome but too young for the granny roles!) Not sure where I’d need to study for the forensic stuff…or even what, hence my dreaming.
I’d like to be an archaeologist. I’ve wanted to be one since I was 9 years old. Sure, I have my degree in archaeology and I guess that technically qualifies me for a job in the field. But there aren’t any jobs in the field, let alone jobs in the field for people with just their bachelors. Unless you want to do seasonal work, no bennies, lots of travel, etc. etc. Which I would do if I could afford it.
I could suck it up and go back to school and get my PhD and just do it. But my undergrad career was remarkably unstellar (I was busy trying to save the world) and getting into a grad program would be damn nigh impossible. Then there’s paying for it.
This has been a sore point for me for a while, as I piously told everyone who told me “Archaeology? But what will you do with a degree in that?” to stick it. shrugs
Anyway… I’m working for a community college now. I’ll be able to take classes for free soon, which is cool. Maybe I’ll get my associates in networking or computer science or something, since it’s what I’ve done for the past 7 years. I guess once I get over coming up with reasons why I can’t do archaeology, I’ll be much better off, and might even do it.
Stick to your dreams. I’m not a bitter old hag cuz I didn’t or anything, but I do feel like I’ve let myself down.
Iowa Writer’s Workshop, Daowajan? Wow. That’s tough stuff. I only took one little creative writing elective through those folks and it turned out to be my hardest class. I had to drop it. Good luck!
My impossible dream? I wanna sing. I don’t care if it’s on the radio or on the stage or to my kids at night, I wanna sing. And I want kids, 4 of them. And animals. But I’m going to college for MIS and Accounting. Ok, that makes sense. I plan to make scads of moolah and then stick it in a high-yield investment of some sort or another and live off it while I live my dream. Yeah, it could happen.
I absolutely love to sing along to the car radio. I used to sing in my high school chorus, and was even one of five or six in the group to sing at the Kennedy Center with others chosen from their schools.
Not long ago, I was singing along to the radio and from the backseat I hear my six year old say, in a totally awed voice, “Mommy! Are you a famous star?”
Totally impossible now, but damn I’d love to be the regular second baseman for the St. Louis Cardinals. Any major league team, really, but as long as it’s my dream I’d play for the Cardinals.
Same dream as Crunchy basically although it’d be 3rd baseman for the Reds. Although a bum knee and bad shoulder make that difficult.
Non-athletic dream would be me being a professor of Classic Culture or Astronomy. But I’ve already started working towards my Comp. Sci. degree and don’t feel like changing my major yet again.
I remember when the teacher asked that of the class in
grade school. Everyone had something, though I noticed a lot
of would-be fireman, doctors and nurses. I had this thing about brutal honesty, though, and so when the teacher asked , I replied with: “How the hell should I know, I’m in 5th grade!??” Followed, of course by another trip to the
Principal’s office.
My dad was a Minister, though not a nice one. He always wanted me to be a pastor too. I, of course wanted to be
anything-but-a-pastor.
The strange thing is, now when I allow myself to dream, I see myself as a Minister, though a much nicer and more helpful one than my Pa was.
In the beginning, rules were different for dogs. All they had to do was avoid a solid gold fire hydrant. Needless to say, dogs didn’t last long in the Garden of Eden either.
I would love to sing and dance on Broadway. Be a big musical diva, and even perform in foreign lands in foreign languages. Only three things that held me back: my lack of singing voice and my two clumsey feet.
Of course, if someone had told me why it is called show BUSINESS, and told me to get into the business end, my life would have been much happier.
I also would have loved to be a writer. I have the talent, but not the chutzpah.
Little Bird, I know it’s tough, that’s why I wanna do it. I’ve taken high school programs from them, and it’s certainly no read-your-whiny-goth-poetry-for-your-friends type of class.
I think my biggest problem, though, would be getting in - I think I’d be fine in the program since I’m naturally good with words and can take criticism well. But they accept what - like 150 people a year? Out of… thousands?
I would love the day to come where I could be considered an “Illustrator” but I can’t, need the benefits. Right now I’m stuck in publishing. Occasionally, photoshop gives an outlet though…
I’ve given up on the idea of being a famous soccer player. I like soccer … but I don’t want to make a life out of it. There’s more out there.
I like acting, too, and I really wish I could do more. But, again … I don’t think I want that sort of life.
But really, I always wanted to be … A LUMBERJACK! Jumping from tree to tree…
Actually, what I’d really like to be is a diplomat. I’m seriously thinking of a career in the foreign service. I’m taking Linguistics now, in the hopes of becoming an interpreter/translator, and I’d like to work for the government or the UN. And travel. And then, hopefully, I can work my way up from there? Maybe? Yeah.
Formula One Superstar! i woulda made Schumacher and Senna sorry they were born! They would have had to battle for the record of 2nd places! i woulda made Mansell look like an “also-ran”.
but, alas, it was not to be!
(just watch out for my kid! he’ll be there! he’s gonna stick it to Michael and Ralf’s kids!)
