FRO12 LC16

Five minutes. Three months. One year. Eighteen years. All I did was blink and now I’m in college. How did that even happen? And now all everyone seems to ask is “What do you wanna be?” “What do you wanna do for the rest of your life?” Well, unlike most incoming freshmen I know what I wanna do. I’m gonna become a CPA. Duhh. I’ve been certain about that for the past two years and if my mind still hasn’t changed then I think I’m going the right way. I came to the right school for it too. Even though it wasn’t my first choice. If only I went to Fordham! But colleges just love robbing us, so I was forced to pick the cheaper one. But you know what? I’m happy with my decision cause I love being in the city. But what if four years down the road I decide I don’t wanna be an accountant anymore. What then? All my time wasted learning about a major that’s not even gonna be useful to me. How would I tell my parents I don’t wanna do it anymore when I’ve been convincing them that I did. I would never hear the end of it. Why do we even have to decide so soon what we have to do when we’re old. I’m only 18. And I’m supposed to be an “adult”. I feel like im 5 though. Mom still doing my laundry and making my dinner. If I cant even do my own laundry, how in the world am I supposed to know what I’m going to be for the rest of my life.