When I was a child, shortly before the advent of fire an flintstone cars, I had a dream. I would grow up to be a FBI profiler. Seems a little twisted for the mind of a nine year old I know. Behavior, people watching was a game I used to play. I made out though as I grew older I gained a great ability of predicting people's behavior and moves. I can tell you what a couple is talking bout at 100 yards! Score! Sadly , this dream faded with age and responsibility. Before I had a chance to research colleges I choose my daughter as a junior year graduation present. Don't get me wrong, her life didn't dash my dreams, just delayed them.Tada Helllllo English class!!!!
My daughter the mini genius is now looking into high schools and colleges, my son is a little man now almost to junior high. Invest a little me time??? Sure ! My dreams have changed through work experience though. I no longer want to be an FBI profiler. The more I worked in the health care field ( EMT, Medical Assistant) the more I realized that I wanted to work with expecting moms. They are the ones who literally glow and beem with happiness, big change from the things I have seen. As I said in class just once I want to tell a mom it's an alien. Tension breaker. Anyway that's my hopes and dreams , career plan and me. I still have no idea what I want to learn in this class, but am willing to learn whatever you want to teach me.
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