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I told my mother that I was going to keep failing my modules and re-sitting them again and again.
I told my father that I was just going to hang around long enough until my department offers me a lectureship.
I have said that I am going to move to LA. Become famous. Travel the world. Marry a billionaire. Elope with a new lover.
I have said that I will work with monkeys. Get a job in Sea World. Become a fashion designer. I’ve even said that I will become the agent for my friend who wants to become an author.
However, today I realised that I am not really thinking about it.
In less than two years time I will be wearing my cap and gown and accepting my first-class degree (hopefully). And we shall all celebrate and drink champagne and laugh. We will cry and say we’ll write. And then what?
It will be time to face up to reality. Time to accept that we’re never going to do the things we wanted. Time to settle into a boring day job, marry someone we don’t really love and squeeze out a couple of screaming brats.
For now, however, I do not want to believe that this is going to happen.
So the next time someone asks me what I will be doing when I leave York, I will stand tall (ish) and proud and say: ‘anything’.
Because guys, and here is the kicker, we can really do anything we want.
So I am going to be a Rockstar, a Cocktail Waitress, a Flower Arranger, a Lion Tamer, a Hat Maker, a Photographer, a Beekeeper, a Stargazer, a Teddy Maker, a Car Designer, a Pet Psychologist, a Lover.
Anything.
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