"Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain. And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you, no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun." - Pink Floyd Time
Gotta love some Pink Floyd.
Today, just a few hours ago really, I pretty much planned out the rest of my life. Nothing like set in stone, but there's a map now, finally somewhere for me to go. I've been stuck in the same spot for a year or so now, confused as hell as what to do with my life.
I remember when I was little, I always thought I had years and years ahead of me to figure out what I want to do in life. About fourth grade I decided I wanted to be a teacher. That stayed until about sixth grade. About sixth to 9th grade I kind of just hung there, not sure yet, and decided on Psychology in about 11th grade. That stuck for a year and a half, even took a Psych class senior year. Loved it, more or less. I loved the subject, not my classmates.
Then in no time, I already graduated. One paragraph, and I'm already in college. Who he hell pressed the fast forward button on my life?! I want some time back, please!
Oh well. I got into college, thought I could just take whatever and then move on to a Uni / 4 year college (I'm in a JC right now) and then start classes on my career.
But no. So now I've got like another 3 years doing general ed classes, which, for your information, is not just math and english. There's like 10 classes I have to take. Including a speech class. (Yeah I'm still going on about this, Mike. Shut up.) Who the hell makes a speech class mandatory? Like, what the hell man! Speech, English (and if you don't place into the correct english class, you have to waste a semester or two doing the pre-recs for THAT one.) bio, chem, art/music, social studies, so many classes for "general ed."
Didn't I just take this stuff in high school? Because I'm pretty sure I just fucking did. I've got a nice little certificate from the county of Los Angeles saying I did, it's in my room, wanna see it? It's called a DIPLOMA. I guess that doesn't really count for much unless you want to work at McDonalds.
So after about three days of hardcore conversations about jobs and future careers, Mike and I have made a nice little map of the next... ten or so years of our life. First, for me, would be getting my license. I'm close to that. Then a car, again for me (lucky bastard). Then jobs, finishing my general ed classes, then moving on to my classes for being a social worker. Which is another four years. Pretty quick if you ask me. I've never really liked the idea of one or two year classes to become like, a nurse or something like that. It's always seemed to me like they just give you a brief overview as fast as they can and then send you off into the real world with a minimal amount of information for you to survive on.
That was a big paragraph. Sorry.
Not that I mind really, I don't want to spend half of my life in school, but really, only my general ed classes are taking up space and time. I'd rather get to know as much information as I can so I can do well in my career. Not just a crammed in summary and overview. But with being a social worker, it seems to be a logical amount of time, and you can actually do something with that and get a job pretty easy, more or less.
So after that, is getting an apartment. We even looked at some places around here, and found a few really nice ones for a reasonable price. I was surprised really, I should tell my mom so we can move out of the craphole we live in now.
And after the apartment, and getting our careers on track and saving up, getting a condo. Maybe a house, I'm not a huge house fan for some reason, maybe because I've grown up in an apartment all my life.
So yeah, that was a lot, eh? But at least I've got some direction now. I don't think it'll change much, really. I hope it doesn't.