It went something like this:
- Age 11 - Psychiatrist. Swiftly kiboshed when i realised you needed to be a medical doctor first. This in itself wasn't so bad, until at the age of 13 I realised I well and truly couldn't do chemistry.
- Age 13 - Lawyer. Wasn't really sure why. At this age, I think I was only aware of three careers - doctor, lawyer, teacher. It seemed the best of a bad bunch.
- Age 14 - Actor. Got the chance to play Anne Frank in a 45 minute school play, and it rather went to my head. For about two weeks.
- Age 15 - Teacher. Mr and Mrs Nunn (also teachers), threatened to disown me if I took this route. This made it infinitely more appealing. It was also around this time when I watched Dead Poets' Society.
- Age 16 - Psychologist. Back to psychiatrist, but without the pesky medical degree.
Anyway, my school, being the
Anyway, off to the careers advisor I toddled, for my 30 minute interview.
It started well. He asked me my favourite subject (English). He asked me what I was taking for A-levels (English, French and History). He asked me what I wanted to be. I said I didn't really know, and may have questioned whether that might have been his job to come up with suggestions. He looked thoughtful. He ummed. He aaahed.
He looked at his feet. Finally he spoke. "Have you ever considered becoming... a careers advisor?"
This seemed a coincidence. But I put it out of my mind. Until a schoolfriend came out of his office an hour later. This particular friend had wanted to be a doctor all of her life. She was gifted at science and was well on the path to her medical degree. It was likely to be a short interview she had with him.
"That was rubbish. He told me I should be a careers advisor."
Worst careers advisor ever. Only knew one job. His own. I could have done a better job than that. I could have been a better careers advisor. Oh. Hang on a minute...