I was never good at math. Things wern't panning out as a writer. I'm too shy to be a teacher. In Ninth grade I hit my niche, it was called Graphic Design class. I was a natural at Photoshop, a real wiz in Illustrator. A graphic Designer. I decided then that's what I wanted to do with my life. I eagerly went through each class, growing and learning in my chosen field, and four years later I went to college with that Dream of becoming a designer close to heart. Four years and hundreds of thousands in tuition later and package and logo design projects blend together, website designing confuses, and all classes drudge by without meaning, without that passion I once had. I don't want to be a designer, this isn't what I want to do with my life. I'm 24 now my schooling should be finishing up, god how do I explain this to my mother.



So then you say "What DO you want to do with your life?," to which I say... honestly, the most fulfilling and enthralling thing I can picture doing right now is working at Gamestop. Taking pre-orders for all the games I play, talking to parents about what game they should get their kid for Christmas, telling people the pros and cons of each console... I once dreamt of penthouses, lavish cars and the rich life. Game retailer, this is my new dream. But I know it will never take shape, so now I'm just going to shut up, learn my place in the world and become a designer like what is meant of me.