I’m good at everything. English, maths, science, history and geography were all A average subjects. I still don’t know what I want to do with my life; you see I’m good at everything that doesn’t involve physical labour or coordination. That is, I’m good at everything that doesn’t involve doing anything. When I cook, clean or sew it is terrible to behold (I’m hoping a few years more of practice will cut down on the blood loss).
The only two things I’m great at are economics and feminism. I was reading books about micro-lending for fun when I was eight. So I figure I can either become a blood sucking capitalist or an academic. At the moment I’m wondering what the hell I should do with my life. Having careers advisers assume you already know is kind of scary (and if I hear one more B-average student expressing their wish to be a doctor because their parents say so I’m going to explode).
I was feeling nervous about all this as I went into my second half of the day. In summary, five awesome women convinced me that some bricks are lose in the wall we’re slamming our heads against. Thank dog for liberal teachers, kickass receptionists and awesome doctors.
(It was only the pop up porn add that reminded me that I’m a commodity and should just get a husband/ boyfriend/ protector, damnit! -whimper-)