As a teenager it is inevitable that you will be asked “So what do you want to be when you grow up?” at least 3 times per family event. Forget the fact that you will be asked exactly that, once again in another two weeks, by the same relation. I always had two major problems with the question, firstly when does one actually grow up? Secondly this is the most impossible question to answer when you have absolutely no clue. On the upside, a mumbled generic “uh something creative?” should cut the conversation short. Unfortunately however, it would often result in a 30 minute pitch on what you should do.
Fortunately I have passed these days and am super keen to at least begin my career as a visual merchandiser, but I will admit it’s just as overwhelming as it was two years ago. Where do you even start? The last few months of my course sped past at such a pace it felt like a constant race to get things done, then it’s over, and your left feeling as green as a year seven on their first day of high school. I have learnt an incredible amount over the last two years, but now my course, totalling off fourteen years of schooling, is suddenly over and I am suddenly older!