I've thought about making a new blog all together, so no one could see my old posts from my high school years. But what is the point in that? If I did that then no one could see what I used to be like.
Anyway....biggest thing that has happened in the past three years? Finding myself. I do believe it has finally happened.
I've had a wide range of experiences in these past few years. I got my first job out of high school at a local bakery. I finally learned how to make good scrambled eggs! (Even though I don't like them). I've also learned how to deal with people who always weren't the nicest during the day. I got picked on, I was the youngest. I fought through it though for a year. Then I got my job at the YMCA which is my current job. There was a point in time where I loved it. I get to work with kids everyday, which used to be my dream job. Lately though things have happened and I find myself distant and drifting away.
I got accepted to the Medical Assisting program at Northampton Community College last spring. I didn't realize how much my life would change in a year. I'll be starting my internship in a little under a month. It's not an associates degree, but it is something that can get me a pretty decent job at the age of 21.
When you're little, you have this imagination of what you want to be when you grow up. I wanted to be a doctor. Of course at the age of 6 I had no idea how much work, time, and education is put into a medical degree. Over the course of time, I have skipped around many different careers. First it was a doctor, then teacher, then social worker, then back to teacher. I finally decided at the end of high school that teaching was just not for me and that I wanted to pursue an education in nursing.
Teaching was something I've also always dreamt of doing. It was my backup choice incase becoming a doctor failed. Elementary Education eventually became my choice, but I always thought becoming a secondary education english teacher would be pretty neat. I always loved reading and writing. Which is why I've officially decided I'm going to write a book. I'm not too sure what I want it to be about yet. I've thought about making it about what I went through 5 years ago with my mom and dad separating. As much as I would love to share that story with the world, I'm not sure that I would want to relive that whole experience again.
When you're little, you have this imagination of what you want to be when you grow up. I wanted to be a doctor. Of course at the age of 6 I had no idea how much work, time, and education is put into a medical degree. Over the course of time, I have skipped around many different careers. First it was a doctor, then teacher, then social worker, then back to teacher. I finally decided at the end of high school that teaching was just not for me and that I wanted to pursue an education in nursing.
Teaching was something I've also always dreamt of doing. It was my backup choice incase becoming a doctor failed. Elementary Education eventually became my choice, but I always thought becoming a secondary education english teacher would be pretty neat. I always loved reading and writing. Which is why I've officially decided I'm going to write a book. I'm not too sure what I want it to be about yet. I've thought about making it about what I went through 5 years ago with my mom and dad separating. As much as I would love to share that story with the world, I'm not sure that I would want to relive that whole experience again.
I also want to make something of this blog, not just a few of my friends reading it. I love writing, it's therapy for me. So hopefully you will be seeing a lot more posts from me on here.
With love,
Shelby
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