I’m starting to freak out. I graduate from high school in a week and I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. I put in a few uni preferences for teaching and psychology, both of which I feel are just cop-outs. Everyone does those when they don’t know what to do. I don’t want to be like everyone else, but I have no plan going forward. I went to the career counselling session the school provided, but they didn’t give me any helpful advice. I like writing on my blog, but it’s not like putting the word ‘writer’ with a question mark on my advice paper is going to help me at all.
Suddenly I feel like I’ve wasted so much time. I should have picked better classes in Year 10, honestly. I wish somebody had explained to me how important it was, how my entire future depended on the school classes I took when I was sixteen! Why didn’t anyone warn me that I was throwing my life away by choosing to do history instead of science? How is my music class going to help me get a job? I should have done maths methods instead.
Mum thinks I should go somewhere that will give me good student career advice. Around Melbourne, that seems impossible. I feel like I will just be told to do a business degree and get a job in the city. That sounds really boring. I don’t trust that it will be worth my time, or mum’s money, after the school’s careers advice day. But maybe she’s right.
For the last two years, I’ve been studying maths, English, history, music and psychology. I can’t really think of a natural career path from those. It’s a bit like I’ve gone to a buffet and taken some of everything. I’ve been unfocused. So many paths are closed to me now. Most likely, I’ll be stuck with a job that is everyone’s default, or worse, a liberal arts degree. I’ll just pack my bags and start sleeping on the street now, shall I?