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Personal Note On My Identity Moratorium Ended Up Costing Me

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When I was little, I was the kid who wanted to be everything when I grew up. One week was an astronaut, another week I wanted to be a doctor, two months later I wanted to be a race car driver. Oddly enough, I never considered being a teacher as a career choice, ever. During my high school years, we would have career fairs to help us decide our futures; I always managed to skip those days. By the end of high school I had foreclosed on the idea that I was going to be in graphic design, since according to my magnet school and my parents, that seemed to be the only thing I could do. There was no point in looking at other careers, there was nothing else that I could do. An associates in multimedia two years later helped me realize that it…show more content…
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