Ha. Title says it all. A policeman, firefighter, teacher, doctor. Those were the only jobs that existed when I was a kid. As I grew up, I wanted to be a teacher (a lot of fun, with kids + summers off!!), a news-cast-person-the-hostess-thingy, an archaeologist (I can't believe I spelled it right in the first try + uncovering secrets of history, mythologies et cetera), a photographer (you have to know this one, the taking-pictures-person), a theatre actress (musicaaaals!), a singer and who knows what else my silly, little mind was thinking? But then I saw this post/picture thingy. I don't remember who posted it, so I'll just remake it:
We had this assignment in 5th grade. The question asked:
What do you want to be when you grow up?
I wrote down: happy.
The teachers told me I didn't understand the assignment.
I told them they didn't understand life.
Okay. That was really good! I want to be happy, indeed. Honestly, now that I think about it. I AM still 12. Do I really have to think of the future like that? Yes, it's good to have dreams, and picture things. But right now, I'm still a kid. Let's just go to school (yay), have fun, play! That's what kids to best (maybe, school, well?). Honest, now. Do I want to think of the future right now?
And I DON'T care what job I have, unless I am happy (and makes enough money, because I need food, a home, and internet, yes, internet, to survive + all the other things. Those things cost money, people!).
Bye,
Nin
Mr Happy. I love this guy. He's the best at being happy. Except that episode where Mr Grumpy was mad at all the happy Mr Men and Little Misses, and asked Mrs Magic to turn them all grumpy. Yes, they might look like little kid shows. But... I am still a kid.
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