LIKE most kids, I never really had a concrete  idea of what I wanted to be when I grew up. According to my mother, in Kindergarten I wanted to be a garbage truck driver. As the years passed, it was always something different: an author, an actress, a marine biologst, a forensic scientist. Once I hit sophomore year, I knew I needed to start getting serious about carreer decisions- however, this didn't happen. If I had ever even had so much as a notion  of a serious career, I wouldn't be sitting in agony at my kitchen table, trying to decide what to do with the rest of my life.  

            I sat for a while and thought about whether or not any of my past dreams would be a good career to pursue. Garbage truck driver? Not nearly enough money. An author or actress? No guarantee I could actually find a job or get published. A marine biologist? Useless dolphin facts was (and still is) the furthest extent of my knowledge of science. A forensic scientist? Again, too much science and much too murder-y for my taste. But now, with all my options depleted, how was I ever going to think of something I could do for the rest of my life?