A couple weeks ago, my not-so-trusty Oldsmobile was towed. I really don’t want the thing back. My orchid is dying from neglect on my windowsill, and I’ve barely sent out any resumes. I’m not sure what I’m doing next week, and I’m certainly unsure what I’m doing with the rest of my life.
If you had asked me at the beginning of high school about my future, my answer might have varied but would have always fallen into a category of science: forensic pathology, public health or maybe marine biology.