Life in F#m

A stray dog howling in the dark.

All work, no play, no pay.

Settled my internship matters! Starting in a week I’ll be making my first steps into the law field, and hopefully not my last.

Because it would be a shame to be a drop out EMT, Nursing Student, with shattered dreams of culinary expertise and teaching. I’m more than ‘mildly interested’ and rather psyched about the whole thing. Also not like I wished I became a math or science major, just because it’s math or science.

6 years in higher education, aged nearly 25, and I still am playing the “Well, when I grow up I want to be…” game. Why? Because life just isn’t that simple. One does not merely, at the bleak age of 18, has the full capacity to be ready to jump into a set field; one which they may is a career, and either hate themselves until they die, or lose the inability to go back to school to enjoy their lives. It’s a horrible institution that high schools place upon feeble minded students: “don’t drink, don’t have sex, don’t own a thing but debts, vote with your uneducated opinion and pick what you want to be for the rest of your life.” That’s pretty stark; nearly 7 years later and a great deal smarter, I still dread that line and fear for it.

But I get to deal with my favorite (kinds of) people, in a place where I think I won’t succeed, but enjoy.