I have always, always, always stressed out about what I wanted to do when I “grow up.” I remember having a mental break down (or a 5th grade version of a mental break down) when I realized I couldn’t feasibly be a journalist AND a veterinarian. According to adults, I would have plenty of time to figure it out.
So I went to college and changed my major too many times to count. I found a beautiful part time job at a law firm, and decided that I wanted to be a lawyer. I think this was pretty constant for the middle two years of college, while I was a finance/ accounting major. Sometimes I wanted to work in consulting, other times I was convinced I wanted to stay in accounting, or work on wall street… but fairly consistently law school was the goal.
Then, I decided I wanted to be a teacher and then I became a teacher. I wanted to teach forever, this was it. This was what I wanted to do.
Well last night I had a 23 year old’s version of a mental break down, and woke up thinking I want to be an accountant. “Well, I just couldn’t do anything that didn’t help other people,” I feel like is the perfect TFA response. “Ooh, how can you dedicate your life to a career that doesn’t benefit the greater good?” is probably what another golden child of TFA would chime in. “How would you use a career in accounting to close the achievement gap?” someone else would ask.
Well I don’t effing know. But I think I am going back to business school after two years of pretending to teach math. And will continue to hide from any golden children of TFA in order to avoid answering their potential questions of my accounting intentions.