Predicting the Future

There are many of High School students who are stressed out about college. Half of us do not even know what we want to be yet. There is a ton of pressure coming from not only parents, but from school as well. They are trying to help you decide what you want to become in the future, but some people just have know clue. These seniors at a high school have thought about what they have wanted to be and recorded it for all to hear. I listen to the one who wants to be a physical therapist because I am interested in that type of medicine. She says that she originally wanted to be a nurse until she had to go to the physical therapist a lot. Since she was there, she started to grow fond of the idea of how the body because of personal experiences. There sparked her passion for physical therapy. There was a boy who wanted to become a doctor. I listen to his as well since once again, I am interested in medicine. He wants to become a doctor because it makes good money. I believe that you should go for something that you love doing instead of what makes the most money. I know that may have some factor to it, but doing something that you hate for the rest of your life would suck. These is another boy who recorded his future, and his is undecided. Not everyone know what they want to become when they are older. My parents have pressured me ever since eighth grade because of my bother. He is currently a senior and has known that he wants to be an architect every since sixth grade. Because of that, my parents expect me to know what I want to become too. I am not so sure about medicine, I just know that I want to help people.

I have had a ton of personal experiences to why I want to help children. When I was in fourth grade I was in the hospital for a month and a half because my appendix ruptured. For those of you who do not know what your appendix is, it is a sac in your body that holds toxins and poisons, and you do not need it to survive. Well that was ruptured for 24 hours. By that time, all of the toxins were spread through out my body and into my stomach muscles. I could not stand up strait or do anything. I felt like an old person because I had to bend 90 degrees when I walked. Because of that, I had to go through HELL at the hospital. When I was in there for the first three weeks, they did not remove all of the toxins, so I had to go back in for another three weeks. Finally I was sick of the hospital and tired of the pain. So I did everything I possible could to get out of there. It is torture for a ten year old to be in a hospital for about two months. I never want a little child to go through the same pain and torture that I went through. That is my reason behind my future plans. Whats yours?