What I want to be.
Dreams came late for me. I have wasted a lot of resources of both my parents and I before I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I was often asked when I was a wee bit younger about what I want to be after a few years from now. And I was always at a loss to answer the question. I was always sure that I wanted to become a musician. But that dream was always discouraged by people who care for me. For a lot of them it wasn’t a means to provide for myself. Then Teaching came to my mind. The weans to give out information has astounded me and has tickled my fancy. But alas I screwed that up when I screwed up my grades in college. I mean who would want a teacher with a shit load(pardon my french) of failures in one’s records. I have tried to look at what I’m good at, but nothing seems to be. Then I started reading books and fell in love with literature. So now I want to be a writer. Well untill something, someone, or I screw my chances with it anyways.