My Dreams for the future
At five I had my future clearly planned: at 18 I would become a hairdresser like my mum’s friend Jane who was the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen, then I would marry Tony from next door who always wore the coolest Nike shoes you can imagine and ran faster than all the other boys. I would live in a huge villa and own 4 dogs, 5 cats, a horse and a parrot... Time, and 3 dead hamsters, have however since taught me that pets need a lot of time and care that I don’t always afford, that Tony from next door will never amount to anything except the village idiot and as to being a hairdresser, judging from the mess I always manage to make of my hair whenever I take a go at it, I might as well dream of being a tooth fairy. Yes, my dreams for the future have changed drastically as I have grown older, and, standing at the brink of adulthood as I now do, I look forward to a very different future from what I did when I was 5.Career-wise I have dished hair dresser for nurse. A couple of years ago my uncle Pierre was in Intensive Care for some time and I ended up spending quite a few hours in hospital gazing wondrously at the machinery that was keeping my uncle alive and even more wondrously at the nurses who worked so quietly yet eff
Then ever since my mother dressed me up as an angel and dragged me kicking and screaming to the Parish Hall to play Gabriel in the Christmas pageant, I discovered one of the greatest loves of my life: the theatre. No, I don’t really care for being an actor, getting my halo entangled in my wings and then tripping over my dress straight into the cow during the nativity play put me off that for good. My dream is of being a director. The director is truly the mind behind the play, the one who gives it an interpretation, the one who gives it life…and I want to breathe life into every line of Shakespeare’s plays I read. Having tried my hand at partly directing school plays and having been taking lessons in theatre for the last 4 years I really fervently dream of one day having the opportunity to direct a play on a larger scale. My dearest wish?…Directing ‘Macbeth’ for the Manoel Theatre. iciently at it. The first time I went to see uncle I was determined I never wanted to set foot in a hospital again, the smell of the place was bad enough without having to deal with the daily mental anguish of watching people suffer day by day. Yet as my uncle got better and as I realised what an important job the nurses there had, I started to envy them their sense of importance. I too wanted to do something that counted, I too wanted to give people a word of encouragement that would lift their spirits… I grew interested in the nursing career, and having spoken to my school guidance teacher and a couple of nurses I am now more than convinced that that is the way for me. Of course this means that I am in for 6 years of hard study and the nursing course I hear is no piece of cake, however I am determined to take it in my stride. Besides, I have my dream to pull me through, for altho
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