Don't you hate it when someone is talking to you and yet you can sense they are totally uninterested? They couldn't care less what colleges you are looking at. It is just a rule written in some book I have yet to find that at a certain age, every adult must ask you about your future. I despise and love that word (future) at the same time. I love the mysterious nature of it. No plans can ever be solidified. No dreams can ever be secured. So, what happens if you have no plans?
As I try to reason through this world I'm about to enter called "college," I have to admit I have no idea what I'm doing. I have simple dreams that I created solely from the thought of "That'd be fun to do" but that's it. There- the secret is out....I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with this thing called the future. Best of all, I'm totally content. I could list a billion jobs that I could do and a trillion that I can't but either way- I wouldn't hesitate trying them. It's even humorous to play with people's minds when they ask about my plans. I will tell people different responses than I told them five minutes before. It's hilarious to watch this puzzled look creep across their faces as they realize the inconsistency. Oh, It never gets old.
Somehow; however, I am not as valued as those students that seem to know what field they will go into and how they will use it; whose plans are more useful, somehow, than my flexible dreams. Has it been proven yet or is it just a rumor that most of high school students' plans change before they graduate? Regardless of the statement's status, I believe it. Why do we have to act like we have everything together? Why is it not okay for me to just trust that i have a future whether i know what it consists of or not? Why am i now deemed useless?
I guess they are waiting for me to realize that college is coming. Little do they know, I am more ready for it than anyone else. To them, I'm guilty of wasting my time and I must prove myself innocent with "concrete" plans for my life. To them, I am useless until I prove that I am legitimate.
I will gladly bear those titles. And when i pass these people, i will touch my scarlet letter.
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