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My Thoughts On Growing Up

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     Whenever I tell someone I am a Senior the response is usually the same, "what do you want to do with your life?" I don't know how to respond to that. My family is telling me to go one way and my dreams are pushing me another way. Don't get me wrong, I want what my family is telling me to do, I would love being a doctor helping those who need me. But my passion is acting. I love being on the stage, all eyes on me. If it was up to me I would love to be a theater teacher or possibly an english teacher. I know the choice is mine but I can't live with letting my parents down and not following the path they've established. Graduation is fastly approaching and I have no idea which path I will be taking when the time comes. I've just got to take things day by day and see where they lead, maybe a new dream will form and I'll follow that, I don't know. For right now I'm just putting one foot in front of the other, hoping I'm making the right choices in life, making mistakes while I still can.

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  1. CassandraJanuary 23, 2013 at 9:58 PM

    But would you rather "not let your family down" and perhaps have regrets about not following your heart down the road? You still have plenty of time to figure out what you want to do. Make sure it is absolutely what YOU want.

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