I wanted to be a mermaid. I practiced making fins with my feet. My parents’ first house was this 70s nightmare that had carpet in the bathrooms. My mom would fill the bathtub and I’d turn on the shower after she left so I could practice being underwater. My name was going to be Coral. My mother did not support my ambitions because she loved her carpet more than me
Then I briefly wanted to be a squirrel named Jackie who was also a hard-hitting journalist. My mother whole-heartedly supported this once she realized I did not say weird stuff at school and gave the appearance
of being a normal, well-adjusted child.
My first (human) career that I wanted to be was a record producer because my eight year old self was OBSESSED with Jem and the Holograms. Only I didn’t side with Jem, I liked the Misfits and even then realized that all power resided with the eviiilllle owner of Starlight Records. I would play out scenarios where I would make my Barbie dolls sing against their will. My mother was...concerned.
Most of my English teachers thought I would be a writer. I’ve had several who told my mother I had a “gifted” imagination. I did have one Science teacher who felt very strongly I would
be a teacher, and even told my parents this at a conference (probably because I am bossy AF and always handled group projects MY WAY.). My parents wanted me to be an engineer, but it turns out there’s math involved.
In Middle School, I wanted to be a dolphin trainer. Then a diplomat. In high school, I wanted to be a nurse, owner of a country inn, then in college, my first major was Biochemistry. But that required calculus. Ooopsies. Then I went back to wanting to work in international service, as a diplomat or translator.
I’m now a history teacher, so points to my sixth-grade science teacher Ms Guillory.