I don wanna grow up

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.