The morning after my high-school graduation found me up early job hunting. The dream of college I put on the back burner.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I look back over my life it's almost as if there was a plan laid out for me - from the little girl who was so passionate about animals who longed to go to Africa and whose family couldn't afford to put her through college. Everyone laughed at my dreams. I was supposed to be a secretary in Bournemouth.
My professional dreams were coming true while I was living a personal nightmare.
I had a dream, when I was little, to become a police officer and a crime investigator.
My dream job was to work in an ice cream shop. Two weeks and five pounds later, I realized it wasn't for me. For many years, I had planned to be a corporate lawyer. As luck would have it, other than a summer internship, I didn't end up doing that either.
I was studying theater management, business stuff. About that time, I realized I really didn't like that, and it threw me into a panic attack a little bit. I was under the assumption that the first job you get out of college is the job you have for the rest of your life.
When I graduated college I had a series of just humiliating jobs that I couldn't believe I was at.
I started as a working pupil in a yard, mucking out and doing all the duties... and I just never gave up on my dream.
In high school, I worked eight hours a day just so I could get into the college of my dreams and say that I got in - and I never went.
The first dream I had was just to get a college education. I got through college in three years, taking extra classes in summer school.
I had three jobs in college. The best day of my life was when I paid off my student loans, on my own.