Today, I realized that it's actually sort of buggered all I expected to be doing ten years down the road. See, I was *going* to be a teacher, probably high school, probably history, but now... well, teachers have been getting royally screwed since the beginning of time... but *now*...
Let's just say... does not look good for me as a teacher. And my other half-dozen career options (we'll call them *options* simply because "things I think I'd really like to do if I ever actually set my mind to anything, ever" doesn't sound nearly as good) all require stuff being done in high school that I didn't do. Or something. Also, my marks for first year are not so much in the "fantastic" range. And I feel monumentally stupid for my mark in English - it was below seventy... let's just leave it at that - enough that I'm thinking I *won't* go see my AP English teacher from high school and ramble companionably as I had tentatively planned. Fortunately, the English mark is not so important - since I can still use the AP mark at SFU, as a full first-year credit, which I couldn't at X, because their English chair was a rampaging incompetent. *glare*
I didn't fail anything (at least, I don't *think* I did... *crosses fingers*) *exactly* - but they're not great marks. And while I knew they weren't going to be great marks, this does not make me so much happy. :(
And Mum's on my tail to get a job. Because she thinks I should have one - and she's probably right. I *need* a job. But let's just say that this whole hare-off-to-Japan thing is looking more and more attractive as time goes on. Where they'll take anyone fluent and pay all expenses, not to mention paying you thirty-something-grand US for your trouble. Yee.
Went to see
Shannon wants to go see Spidey. Think I will.
Damned future. Damned adulthood. Can't make me! >:P