My Diary

College

College. The final stepping stone in getting a career. It's supposed to be the time when you finally answer the question that your parents have asked you since you were a teen.....what are you gonna do with your life? The question that's hard to answer. The one that keeps changing. You go into it thinking you wanna be a lawyer or a doctor only to change that and wanna be a marine biologist or a teacher. What I've wanted to be has never changed...a singer. But my parents came up with every reason why I couldn't. Like I can't read music or play an instrument as if any of those mattered. So I tried Marine Science at Coastal Carolina University...big mistake. I failed all my classes as freshmen often do. So after only a semester my parents took me out of there and the question of what I'm gonna do with my life then came back. So I thought the military would be a good idea only for my food allergies and ADHD to make that impossible. So now that same question of what to do with my life has returned. I know my mom says she wouldn't care what I went to school for. Even if it was "basket weaving" but I know music is off the table. Anything in the arts is a huge no from her. So the answer to that long standing question still hasn't been given an answer. I sometimes wonder if that question will ever get an actual answer that my parents will accept.