It's unbelievable how each year, since the beginning of high school, my perfectly laid plans for myself have unavoidably deteriorated. When I entered my freshman year, I had aspirations of being a doctor (something I had wanted to be since I was a child). Now, here I am entering my junior year in high school without any idea of what I want to do. Now seems to be the time to start taking life seriously and making responsible, educated choices.
Looking back on it now, I realize that I cannot become the doctor I wanted to be. I have come to realize that, that dream was not only my own, but a dream of my family. My parents often talked of me becoming a doctor and although their enthusiasm continued throughout my childhood and early adolescence, until finally I realized I did not want to become a doctor. I remember how hard it seemed to tell my parents of my decision, I felt as if I was letting them down, but I eventually came to realize that they wanted me to do what made me happy. I am not sure of why I changed my mind of becoming a doctor, I had the grades and the willingness, but somewhere I was missing something and I felt that I would not be satisfied in a medical career. So I started thinking about what I wanted to do; I went from electronics to law enforcement, engineering, and numerous other professions. Now I come to a point in my life where I must choose what to do with my future, choose what will make me happy.
I have always wanted the typical dream, to have a stable job that pays well, and a house in the suburbs. But now I realize that there are so many other steps I need to take in order to achieve these goals. This includes graduating from high school and college and finding that perfect job. I have begun to realize that I have yet to begin my life, everything up until now has been practice for the real world.
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