My Future

Ever since early childhood, it is natural for children to wonder what they're going to be when they "grow up". They try and create an ambition or something that they can work for. Usually a job a child hopes to hold pertains to something along the lines of a singer, actress, or veterinarian. Of course any of the jobs would be nice, but in reality they just aren't easily obtained.
After getting a few years older, the question changes from what you "hope to be when you grow up" to what are actually capable of being when you grow up. As college approaches and the question of what you plan to major in arises, it becomes more of a stressful topic. There are two types of career-reaching hopefuls; The ones who have an easily obtainable occupation choice such as a low-paying career or taking over a family business. The other are people who are good at several things and make a choice based on what will pay the best. I happen to fall into the second category, I have many qualifications for many different fields. For example, I happen to love writing, but that doesn't make you much money. I also love politics and making a change in society, but being a politician is a job you acquire later in life. On the other hand, I don't love it, but I happen to be great at mathematics and science. I want to love whatever job I end up having.
Although it's not an easy choice, it's one that you are required to eventually make. Unless you have an extensive trust fund, you must intend to have a job as a source of income. Many women believe that the husband is the one obligated to support the family, but I pride on being an intelligent female and I desire to be the dominant source of income in my future family.

Senior Year

So as the days wind down and graduation gets closer, my "senioritis" seems to become somewhat disease-like. The symptoms have also grown stronger to the point that being at school becomes an almost painful experience. I've found it nearly impossible to commit myself to spending the entire day enclosed in classroom after classroom until it's finally 2:41 when I get into my car and floor it as far away from school as I possibly can.
When a teacher hands out an assignment and expects the student to "give it their all", I have to sit for a second and wonder if my teachers attempting to make a humorlessness practical joke, or if they're actually expecting us to complete it. As a teacher, you cannot honestly expect a student with two weeks of high school left to actually care about doing their work. To me, it seems rather inhumane to do that to a poor child. Fortunately, though, there is a cure for senioritis called graduation. For this, I can hardly wait.