A Story About Being Fickle

When I started college, I wanted to write novels. Then I wanted to be an English teacher. Then and English professor. After that, I wanted to be a nutritionist. Then I wanted to be cool. Then I took sociology, and I wanted to be a sociology professor. Then I wanted to be a social worker. Then I wanted to be a lawyer and, eventually, a judge for Child Protective Services. Later, I thought about playing water polo. Then I wanted to be a school counselor. Then I wanted to be a full-time camp counselor. Then I wanted to be brunette. Then I wanted to be in a sorority, to replace camp. Then I said, "Fuck it." Then I wanted to go live in a cave somewhere. Then I wanted to be a chef. Then I wanted to teach little kids. Then I wanted to speak French really well. At one point, I wanted to move to Chicago. Then I kind of was interested in teaching older kids. Then I wished I had blonde hair again.