Lunchtime Poll

LTP: 5/3/11

Why, hello there. Today I thought I’d ask a question about childhood dreams. It’s a two-parter, because I think the first part gets asked a lot and I wanted to mix things up. I hope this is fun and interesting and not sad.

So: when you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? AND, what would your childhood self think of what you actually do for a living now?

I wanted to be either a veterinarian or a flight attendant when I grew up. This was before I realized that vets have to deal with sick, hurt, and dying animals all the time. It was also before I realized that my neighbor’s mom, who was a flight attendant, was rarely home and was always tired and cranky when she was home. I just liked asking her about all the cool places she’d been.

I think childhood me would be really interested about the blogging gig – not least because I hadn’t heard of the internet, and blogs were more than a decade away – but would be kind of horrified to learn that during the day, I work at a school.

OK, it’s your turn!

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Little me declared very early on (like 3) that she was going to be a doctor, and not just any doctor but a Cardiologist or an Anesthesiologist. Frankly, I think I just liked saying the latter. In any case, I think she’s be thrilled with where I am today (medical school), but she would also be really peeved with the job I had previously. I was a cave microbiologist, and little me was deathly afraid of caves.

I know I wanted to be a nurse for a little bit- until I found out they had to deal with blood (eww).
When I got a little older I wanted to be a judge- until I found out that I had to be a lawyer first.
I know in high school and college I wanted to be a diplomat.

Anyways, I think little Mona would be horrified that I am a teacher. She never liked kids, even when she was one.

I never ever knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. Wait, I take it back, around third grade I wanted to be an archeologist and explore pyramids. I think I still want to be an archeologist and explore pyramids. Maybe next year.

It may be that I never knew what I wanted to be because I didn’t know there was such a thing as a glass artist. I’m pretty sure Young Me would think glass working was the coolest thing ever because Old Me thinks it’s awesome.

I wanted to be a marine biologist when I was little. I was beach-obsessed and went through that “all girls love dolphins” stage like whoa. And I stuck with that until I had to take Chemistry in high school, and realized there was no way in hell I’d be able to make it through a chem class in college. Also I think I wanted to do something that helped people.
So now I am doing something that helps people, sort of, but I am also never out on a boat or examining interesting bits of sealife. My childhood self would be PISSED that I’m in a cubicle all day, and she is right.

I was going to be a ballerina. Mind you, from age 3 to age 12, I had proper classical ballet training with a prominent company up to three times a week, and I performed in full-fledged star-studded productions once or twice a year. I was dedicated. However at age 12 I realized that my body was not ever going to be a “classically-acceptable” ballerina shape. I downright refused to force myself to maintain a perfect, impossible (for me) figure, and I believe my mum was rather proud of my choice. I miss it, but now it’s more fun to go watch it and be a patron.

I don’t believe 12-year-old-me knew that nonprofit/social marketing even existed…

When I was in 3rd grade I wrote that when I grew up I wanted to write a book about me and my life. So 3rd grade me would be pretty pumped that I pretty much do that, albeit not for an actual “living.”
From age 11 on I wanted to be a therapist. I think 11 year old me would be a little disillusioned with the world of mental health, similar to how 28 year old me actually feels about it.

When I was very young, I wanted to be an ice cream salesperson or an astronaut. When I was a little older, I wanted to be a psychiatrist, a writer, or a professor.

Now, I am finishing graduate school in women’s studies and have no idea what I’ll be doing. My childhood self would feel very anxious about this, as does my twenty-four-year-old self. Young paperispatient would be delighted with some of the publishing jobs I’ve applied for, though.

For our kindergarten graduation we were told to paint a picture of what we wanted to be when we grew up. I painted a BEAUTIFUL picture of a ballerina leaping over a river. OMG, such ambition. But, ultimately, I think my favorite part of the whole assignment was the act of painting – I just happened to think ballerinas were the most beautiful people ever and I wanted the most beautiful picture on that wall.
I didn’t become an artist but I didn’t lose that feeling. The artistry of math led to my degree (I can graph anything!) and thus put me in this position today. My reports are quite aesthetic and detailed. :)
But really, if one had asked me WHERE I wanted to work, I would have said an office, downtown with lots of placed to eat lunch. I was just a strange kid… Oh, and I wanted a clipboard, those always seemed so important. :) I use a clipboard now. I just need better lunch options.
Also, have you SEEN fractal graphs?!

When I was growing up I wanted to be a firefighter for a long time (dad is), and an archeologist (I think I just liked digging – I was never really big into dinosaurs like lots of other kids). Up until high school, really, I wanted to be an anchorwoman on the news. Then in HS I had to do a career-exploration thing about it and realized I am not that competitive.

Now I’m an event planner. Not quite sure what childhood me would think, since I’m not sure I knew this existed. I’m sure it’s like everyone else (even the grown-ups), everyone thinks it sounds fun. All depends on the spin I put on it, I s’pose.

It was actually by flipping through the “V” volume of the encyclopedia and seeing all these huge, beautiful, scary photographs of exploding volcanoes. Kind of weird, but that’s what I did for funsies at age five.

What is the name of this National Geographic film? My interest has been piqued!

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