When I grow up, I want to be…

When I grow up, I want to be…

That’s the title every child starts off with when they first begin their education as a tiny 5-year-old and one that follows them throughout their school years. What do you want to be when you grow up? I want to be a builder like daddy! I want to be a nurse like mummy! I want to be a teacher like you! Every child has their own response and those that don’t copy the child next to them. A response is expected.

What is also expected is for that response to change. People are indecisive, children are fickle and what could be your dream job one day could be a bore the next, especially as your interests change, you find out that you’re not actually that good a singer and you realise that if you were an astronaut you would miss your mummy too much.

I’m no different and have been through the usual winded route of twisted career paths. These include but are not limited to:

  • An aeroplane- I must have shut out this shameful memory but my parents claim that I once had this peculiar aspiration.
  • A baker- I have an adorable photograph of myself in a white baker’s hat and apron for a school assembly.
  • A secret agent- If it happens, you’ll be the last to know.
  • Lawyer- A terrible work experience thwarted me of this career. Legally Blonde is just a movie.
  • Vampire- one word: Twilight
  • Journalist- I’m a blogger. That counts, right?
  • Writer- Forever and always. I can always write in my free time and be a writer on the sidelines, it doesn’t have to be my main career and I don’t need to get a degree to learn how to write. It’s just something that you do and that evolves naturally; the more you take in reading, the more you give out in writing.

Inspired my media, friends and the latest craze, those are some of the career options I have entertained in my unsettled mind.

It’s just so difficult deciding what you want to spend the rest of your life doing and there is so much pressure to make the right decision, especially now. Unemployment rates are toppling, university fees are rocketing and all you hear from the depressing news is that even if you go to university and dedicate years of your life studying, you will amount to nothing. Universities are extremely competitive, you will never get a place. If you get a place, you’ll drown in debt. If you survive university, you still won’t get a job. If you get a job, your wages will be cut or you’ll become redundant after your first week. All the horror stories about Britain’s unemployed youth are enough to make me feel like giving up, before I’ve even started.

Nevertheless, I think that I have finally decided what I want to be when I grow up and it is something that nobody expected; I surprised even myself. I want to be a doctor. Seriously. I cried when I had to get a blood test, but I still want to be a doctor. It is nothing that I have ever considered. When I was younger and we played make-belief hospitals, I was always the patient but I suppose you don’t always know what you want when you’re younger. When you’re younger you want everything and not always the right things.

It makes more sense if I explain that I want to be a psychiatrist and to do that I have to go through medicine and then specialise. I’m a deep thinker and a professional over-analyst so the job suits me perfectly. No blood or guts, just take a step into my office for a lovely chat and tell me how that makes you feel. That’s more like me, not that I mind being a ‘doctor’ either, although I’m sure it would take some adjusting to, but just like with anything else, determination can take you a long way. I’m sure that if you know the theory behind it, you won’t be so squeamish when its time to stick a tube into someone.

Since voicing my intention to enter the field of medicine, my family has embraced it whole heartedly. I never thought it of you, but now that I think about it, I can imagine having a doctor as a daughter. Which daughter is the question, because now both my younger sisters have decided that they might want to be doctors as well. Junior Doctors (BBC3) is now a family favourite and I’m sure that pretty soon I’ll have paper-cuts and twisted ankles to examine.

It may never happen, I may change my mind again but I’m really starting to think that this is it. I even e-mailed Imperial College to ask about their entry requirements! If that doesn’t show commitment ,then what does?

Wouldn’t it be funny if in twenty years time, I look back at this post, shake my head and think, “I can’t believe I wanted to be a doctor,” before telling my class that it’s time to go outside and play? The future is a tricky thing to control or even to guess right and you never know what’s waiting for you. I don’t believe those people that say, they always knew what they were meant for. How about you?

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8 thoughts on “When I grow up, I want to be…

  1. I still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up, even though I went to university in my late 30’s. Good luck with your choices, there is no rush to make a decision really, being happy is the most important thing 🙂

  2. Ha excellent post. I went through quite a few of these phases. From what I remember it was something like Writer, Nurse, Artist, Vet, Singer, back to a Writer, back to Artist (GCSEs and ALevels then completely put me off this), and now I want to be a Psychologist with the potential to write on the side haha.
    Good luck with your current life choice. I’ll cross my fingers for you 🙂

  3. I feel what you’re going through. I’ve always said that I want to be a doctor, but that is mainly because my father goes around and tells everyone “My daughter will be a doctor! We will all go to her when we are ill.” and all my family would agree to that enthusiastically. But now, I’m not too keen on the idea. I’m too emotional and I’d probably spend most of my day crying, watching people in pain, people die and others get diagnosed with fatal illnesses.
    Right now, I want to be a writer, C.S.I/Psychologist (but I’m beginning not to believe in these cuz like everyone seeks a therapist and stuff… It’s like fashion)
    I just want to do something that would make me happy, seeing people smile and happy again due to my work. I’ve also wanted to volunteer at humantary actions in Somalia and disaster zones… Not quite sure what you have to do to do that.. So.. I really have no idea.
    One thing I’ve always wanted to do ever since I was a kid; sing. I used to have dreams about being this famous Nasheed singer, but now, I actually know about these pop stars and stuff, it’d be incredible to sing infront of millions. Asdfghjk.
    I also love photography and I’d love to model. Blahh. that’s cheesey.
    God knows what I’ll end up doing!

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