So what are you supposed to do after high school? Why, go to university of course!
Thing is – why on earth was she there?
The first year she took all the usual suspects: Anthropology. Astronomy. Calculus. English. French. Sociology. What for? She had no idea. Don’t get me wrong, school wasn’t a chore and she actually loved her Calculus class.
But it just wasn’t her… she couldn’t see herself in any of those professions. What to do? The year was over, she was expected to go back…
Hey… why not take something she’s interested in? Something where you HAD to be creative and a little crazy sometimes? Immediately, she signed up for an interview to be accepted into the faculty of Fine Arts. She’d fit in! She’d get to be creative! She’d…
…fall in love.
All of a sudden her thoughts of a wild career, spotlights, premiers and hobnobbing were replaced with images of white dresses, picket fences and baking.
Oh dear – was she turning into… one of *them*? Was she losing the essence of herself?
Turns out she did, for a while…
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