It's sort of creepy how I've gone the way of so many...
When I was in high school, I had widely outrageous dreams. I guess we all do. My plan was to get a novel published before I was 21. Crazy. I was churning out fantasy stories and everyone was amazed at my precocious talent. I was sure I could do it.
Well, I'm 21 and I have yet to write anything worth publishing, except that one research paper--and the professor who pushed me to publish it backed out of helping me prepare it. I may get around to publishing it in an honors student journal.
As for college, as of last fall I was gung-ho that I wanted to be a teacher, especially a history professor--go to grad school, get my doctorate. Over winter break and during this semester, I realized that while I love history and don't regret majoring in it, I would probably be a lousy teacher. (I'd still love to work in a museum or something, but I also know that jobs in the field are *extremely* hard to come by.) And what I love even more is writing and I'm very good at it--this was also prompted by the whole "Publish your research paper!" thing. Now, I want to pursue journalism and so I'm going to add a 2nd minor and if it gets too much, I'll drop the English Lit minor. (That would break my heart though!)
I can't believe that it took me almost 3 years in school to remember what I wanted at 14.