With high school graduations taking place this month, I’ve been thinking a lot about my own graduation, and about how much life can change in a few short years. When I graduated from high school, each student was asked to write where they saw themselves in ten years. As it turns out, it’s not so easy to predict the future. After reading back through my yearbook this weekend, I discovered that very few of my classmates are doing what they predicted after seven years. It made me wonder if anyone can truly predict where they will end up or how their life will go.
My own prediction was pretty depressing. I was never a very outgoing person. In fact, I was terrified of making the transition to college and out of my parents’ home. I predicted that in ten years I would be living very close to home and that I would still basically be the same shy, scared-of-my-own shadow type of person that I had always been. I guess I was partially right.
I’m still scared of my own shadow, but I never would have imagined that I would be in a career that basically forces me to talk to new people everyday and put my opinions in a public forum for all to see. In high school, the idea of having to talk to people I didn’t know was almost enough to send me into a panic attack. Public speaking made me queasy, and I avoided at all costs letting people read anything I had written.
If my guidance counselor had told me I should consider a job in journalism, I would have laughed at her. I spent a lot of time in high school agonizing over what I wanted to do with my life, but in the end, I guess you never know how much you can change or where life will take you until it happens.