Now that I’m a junior, people expect me to know what I want. Where I want to go, what I want to do, and who I want to be. I have no idea, and on the other hand I have too many ideas.
We filled out forms the other day in school. The form said to bubble in three areas of interest. I think I bubbled in about six. Then it said to pick two possible majors. I selected five. I have friends who can tell me what they’d like to major in, at what school, and with what minor. I know it is an option to be undecided, but it’s not an ideal option. People, including myself, prefer a real answer.
When I tell people I don’t know all the specifics they start to give me advice. Some people recommend I find a job that will give me financial security. But if that involves the 9-to-5 grind until I’m 65, I’d rather not. Other people want me to follow my heart and never grow up. That’s all fine and dandy until your heart can’t pay bills or fill your tummy. Then there’s the crowd who recommend I do exactly as they do. Sorry, Dad, I have zero interest in accounting.
Adults expect teens to know what they want to do for the rest of their life by age 17. These adults are the same ones who don’t let these teens vote or make their own medical decisions. If I can’t decide to donate my own organs, which will only affect my dead body, how am supposed to make a decision that will impact me every day for the rest of my life? Within one summer a teenager goes from managing minimum wages as spending money to managing thousands of dollars of debt with substantial expenses.