The Time Line
When I was Younger, numbers were never a big propriety to me. Instead I would build doll houses out of toilet paper rolls and make my own meals from dirt, grass, and wild berries. I was the kid hat couldn’t wait to do arts and crafts in kindergarten. I was the kid that would rather play with glue and crayons instead of going to recess. I was the kind that everyone competed with for the best coloring project. But in my eyes, every kid should want to color I mean isn’t that why were kids. I continued to color, witch eventually turned into drawing, and then to sketching but it was more of a hobby to me.
I started to think about how much better I could do other people jobs, starting with my bus driver. I would imagine if I were the bus driver, how decked out my bus would be. I’d have carpet and cushioned seats with big speakers and loud music.
My kids would be able to eat and party because when I was younger, I couldn’t. My bus weak. It didn’t have nor did it have heat. My bus driver was really strict yelled about everything. We could barely talk. He assigned us seats with people we didn’t even enjoy talking to. I would have loved being a bus driver, just to give my kids better treatment. But then again I looked down on bus drivers because it seemed like they didn’t have a life or a lot of money,
So I moved to the medical field. I hated going to the doctor, so I figured if I become a doctor, I could do everything myself, and wouldn’t need to set up an appointment. So it was a win-win situation. I could get healthy from home and make a lot of money. But I thought about it, and blood kind of freaks me out. I love the fact of having to deal with people. But I could imagine having to stab a little kid in his arm with a needle. Or having to open up someone’s chest, and having their life in my hands. It's to stressful to think about.
Freshman year, I came to central for the law magnet, I love to debate. I love finding evidence for an argument, and coming out on top. But when I didn’t get accepted, it kind of crushed my dreams. I imagined myself practicing a studying all the time for my dream job. I could see myself preparing for all those extra years of college I would have to do. I remember dressing up for my interview and practicing my speech to recite to them in the morning. I was so excited and couldn’t wait to see my name on the list the next day. I had a world full of confidence and everything seemed like it went great so I was sure I made it. I went the next day and my focus was on the law and government list. But my name was nowhere to be found.
Unfortunately I got put into marketing and entrepreneurship class. Now I want to be an accountant. I’m sure about my choice this time because I love numbers. I love going to my math class, and I love solving huge problems. I can accept having to sit at a desk and using my brain. I plan on succeeding this goal and I can’t wait to finally fulfill my dreams.
I started to think about how much better I could do other people jobs, starting with my bus driver. I would imagine if I were the bus driver, how decked out my bus would be. I’d have carpet and cushioned seats with big speakers and loud music.
My kids would be able to eat and party because when I was younger, I couldn’t. My bus weak. It didn’t have nor did it have heat. My bus driver was really strict yelled about everything. We could barely talk. He assigned us seats with people we didn’t even enjoy talking to. I would have loved being a bus driver, just to give my kids better treatment. But then again I looked down on bus drivers because it seemed like they didn’t have a life or a lot of money,
So I moved to the medical field. I hated going to the doctor, so I figured if I become a doctor, I could do everything myself, and wouldn’t need to set up an appointment. So it was a win-win situation. I could get healthy from home and make a lot of money. But I thought about it, and blood kind of freaks me out. I love the fact of having to deal with people. But I could imagine having to stab a little kid in his arm with a needle. Or having to open up someone’s chest, and having their life in my hands. It's to stressful to think about.
Freshman year, I came to central for the law magnet, I love to debate. I love finding evidence for an argument, and coming out on top. But when I didn’t get accepted, it kind of crushed my dreams. I imagined myself practicing a studying all the time for my dream job. I could see myself preparing for all those extra years of college I would have to do. I remember dressing up for my interview and practicing my speech to recite to them in the morning. I was so excited and couldn’t wait to see my name on the list the next day. I had a world full of confidence and everything seemed like it went great so I was sure I made it. I went the next day and my focus was on the law and government list. But my name was nowhere to be found.
Unfortunately I got put into marketing and entrepreneurship class. Now I want to be an accountant. I’m sure about my choice this time because I love numbers. I love going to my math class, and I love solving huge problems. I can accept having to sit at a desk and using my brain. I plan on succeeding this goal and I can’t wait to finally fulfill my dreams.