Fixed in My Ways
"I'm proud of you." "You're so smart." "Good job! I'm not surprised at all." These are the kinds of words that were given to me when my high school report cards were sent home. I loved it. I felt like I was really something. Someone. I had value. Near the end of high-school, I was good at everything except German (but really, who is?). I was in the best sets, I got the best grades, I was even voted as the 2nd place school "genius," beaten only by an American transfer student (who didn't really count since he had only been with us for a few months... right?). I had the world at my feet. But... what would I do with myself now that I had a choice in what direction my life would take? I didn't really have any passions, I didn't have any life goals besides having a family, I had no career aspirations whatsoever. I knew I had to go to college (that's what the people who were smart did), so I chose 4 things I enjoyed and a