I’ve always known what I wanted to be when I grew up. A tougher task, figuring out what I was going to be.
As a child, the question “What do you want to be when you grow up?” constantly rang in my ears. The answer jumped easily to my lips: “I want to be a writer!” The same look—a mixture of disdain and surprise and condescension—always adorned the face of whoever received that reply. Eventually, I realized that my response to “What are you going to be?” had to be different than my response to “What do you want to be?”
It wasn’t until junior year that my answer to those very different questions became the same.
English classes were never truly appealing before AP Lang; five paragraph essays weren’t exactly my style, and the idiosyncrasies of grammar were ignored—to teachers’ consternation—if I wanted to accomplish a
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“Jackie,” she began softly, “Could I hand this out?”
Out of all the outcomes possible, I hadn’t expected this. Luckily, I was eloquent, poised, and collected as I replied, “Uhhh.”
“To all hours of AP Lang,” she clarified.
Words returned to me sluggishly. “You liked it?”
“You could edit,” my teacher admitted, “but Jackie…”
“Yeah?” I enquired, mouth dry with hope and uncertainty and the slightest bit of fear at the possibility I could see unfolding before me.
“If you’re not careful, you could be a great writer,” she smiled, teasing tone offset by her earnest gaze. It hit me suddenly that my writing caused this reaction, this excitement, this pride. “What are you going to be when you grow up?” she abruptly asked.
The spark of a dream, suppressed for so long, was stoked by my shuddering breath of realization. Releasing the air slowly, a fire caught inside me, blazing and burning and begging for release. I concede to the flames.
“A writer.” I tasted the words uncertainly, testing them as they fell from my tongue and into the world for the first time. I smiled.
“I’m going to be a writer when I grow
When we were little, we thought the word “Career” was not a big deal, but as a senior in high school, the word has become our reality as we start to finish our last semester. The question we’ve been asked all these years is, what do you want to be when you grow up? But our answer is simple: we don’t want to grow up. As an innocent kid it seemed like the time would never come, but it has. It’s time to get serious and really ponder this question.
As young child we are all asked what we would like to be when we grow up. Usually the answer is a firefighter, a policeman, or nurse. When I was a child I changed my mind multiple times. At first I wanted to be Minnie Mouse, then a dancer. Then, about two years ago, I wanted to be a crime scene investigator. I had all my plans worked out. I was going to attend the University of Memphis and major in criminal justice. However, one day about a year ago, my mind totally changed. I decided to go in the complete opposite direction. I decided that I wanted to be a cosmetologist.
saying to a friend “I want to be the greatest writer who ever lived don't you
" Still, her letter is more than just a hard-nosed look at the development of a writer;
That is a common question, to pre-schoolers, to fifth graders, to tenth graders. It is a tricky question, most adults don’t know what they want to be in the future. I don’t either to be completely honest with you. At first I wanted to be a firefighter, then a NASCAR racer driver, then an architect, then an artist. And now I want to be a music producer and a rapper. Odd how we change the course of our future. I wish I can change my past but as much as I dream that I could. I can’t, but what I can do is to try and change the future. All I see now is sadness, sadness in young teenagers, sadness in parents, sadness in teachers. We are becoming the outcome of something. Something that we just can’t seem to understand, but it is destroying
I do not believe anyone's transition into adulthood is enjoyable or smooth, losing your ignorance and being made aware of real world problems isn't exactly what you wish for. The event that marked my transition into adulthood is certainly nothing I would wish on anyone, but if I had not experienced this, I wouldn't have become someone who learned to take responsibility, and find reasonable solutions to seemingly impossible tasks.
Every time I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always had different answers. An author, a photographer, even a video game tester. I've juggled lots of different careers, and yet I still don't seem to know which one I really want to do. When I was younger I always loved to write. Fiction was my favorite genre, especially when it comes to dystopian worlds. I always joked with my friends and family that after I become an author and "make millions off my first book", I'd be able to buy them whatever they desired. After I got a bit older though, writing just wasn't my top priority anymore, I lost interest in it sadly. Don't get me wrong I still like it, I'm just never in the mood to write anymore. So, being an author was crossed
As these few tales reveal, my memories of writing are strongly connected with the intense emotions I felt as I grew up. They are filled with joy, disappointment, boredom, and pride. I believe that each of these experiences has brought me to where I am today. I can only look to the future and hope that my growth will continue, and my writing will reflect those changes within me. As a writer, I have grown immeasurably and will continue to so long as I can find some paper and a pencil.
Throughout the progression of early childhood stages up to young adulthood, you hear the question that is constantly getting asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” After hearing this question year after year, it really got me thinking about my future and life goals. The ability to learn and become educated to help people for the rest of your life says a lot about the type of person who puts others before themselves. This has inspired me to become that type of person and become a master at my future profession. After highschool, I want to go to college and study health and athletic training.
‘That was so good’ she said and got up, stretching her arms in a smooth, graceful motion. She paid for her book and thrust it in her bag as I murmured my thanks, heart bleeding, wondering if I would ever see her again. She turned back to me as she got to the door. “Write more.
...from high school with high hopes that college would add the finishing touches to my writing skills – I knew I still had flaws in my style, and I didn’t know how to fix them. And now here I am, aiming to become a successful novelist or screenwriter of some sort (as long as it allows my imagination to run wild).
I had just turned eleven and received a book, Eleven by Lauren Myracle, from my mother as a birthday gift. As I opened the page and read the first line I immediately had an overwhelmingly bubbly feeling. The sheer coincidences made me feel like that book was written with me in mind. I read on and on non stop for the rest of the day because how could I turn away from a book that was hypothetically written about me. It expressed my pre-teen drama, things only an eleven-year-old would consider drama and it inspired me. It gave me the sudden urge to pour my heart into the little mini books I was known for writing and leaving around the house. Writing was something that I was very passionate as a little girl and is still something I am very passionate about as a young adult. The little things I did in my childhood
The question adults ask us children when we are growing up is, “What do you want to be when you grow up”? I would always say a professional athlete or an astronaut. But to truly know what I want to do with my future I need to know my roles as a person that will shape my future. Hi my names Keegan Kullberg and I am a brother, a baseball player, bilingual, and a Minnesotan, but some of these roles I find challenging while others I can complete with ease.
“This project was exciting and challenging because I had to write differently from what I would write for myself.”
“My life is story telling. I believe in stories in their incredible power to keep people alive, to keep the living alive and the dead.”