Actually, that's a lie. I do wanna grow up. I'm soon to be 35 and in most societies, that would qualify me as having grown-up status. But, some days and in some ways, I feel SO not like a grown-up.
John Scalzi's assignment 77 is about whatcha wanna be when ya grow up? And what did your parents want you to be when you grew up.
When I was a child, I wanted to be what I thought were the only to
options available to females: a nurse or a teacher. Actually I wanted
to be both. And sometimes I threw in a totally unrelated occupation
like ventriloquist. In my spare time, of course, I would volunteer for
libraries and teaching english as a second language.
My parents, I think they just raised me knowing that I would go to
college and kick proverbial ass at whatever I decided to do. Even if
it was raising chickens in Montana. In undergrad, I majored in German,
Philosophy, and Sociology.
I did my Master's in Sociology. My partial PhD is in Sociology. And
guess what? I've been teaching at various colleges and universities in
PA, GA, AL, and MS for about 15 years. Including, working in the
student health center as an undergrad (I was not a nurse though) and
later a clinic the year I turned 30 (still not a nurse). Nursing is
not an occupation I see in my future.
For the first time in my life, I am considering the wife/motherhood
route. In addition to being a sociologist. And the cool thing is,
what I've always wanted to do, deep down, was be a story-teller.
Sociology can be about crafting stories of cultures and such. So, I
might yet have all the best aspects of the world.
Ya know, when I grow up.