When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Forest Ranger Like Ranger Rick



Well at least that's what I thought when I was seven. Now I am thirty and have less insight on what I want "to be" than when I was a child. Of course this indecisiveness has always been with me to certain extent. In highschool I was sure I wanted to be an artist. I dropped most of my accelerated preparatory classes and took mostly art classes, literature classes, and study halls. Then, before I graduated highschool, I took off to Oregon with a friend and we lived out of his car. I thought being a street kid may create more inspiration on an artistic level, but I was wrong. All that happened was I got homesick and depressed. Before the rainy season hit, I headed back to Illinois, finished highschool and started working in a factory. I quickly decided that I wanted to go to college because the monotany of the factory started to get to me. So three colleges in three different states, seven years, four majors, and 20 grand in student loans later, I have a bachelor of science degree focused on environmental studies. I have done two internships in environmental health, but neither were entirely what I was looking for. I have contemplated getting a masters degree in library science because I have worked at so many different libraries. I would really enjoy working for a University library. But that means more school. teaching has also crossed my mind. Even nursing. Agriculture? Keep pursuing environmental related jobs? I really don't know anymore. I guess I never did.