I’ve been coasting along lately, doing some jobs here and there that don’t really fall into any particular category. I make enough money, but I’m not that thrilled about any of my work. Nothing seems to be striking my fancy, and nothing holds my attention for long. I’ve been thinking I should go back to school. What should I go back to school for?
Animal husbandry! Foreign service! Calligraphy! Software development! Radiology! French Literature!
In other words, I don’t freaking know.
If you don’t know what the hell you want to do with your own self, how am I supposed to know? I have a sneaking suspicion you’re just going to be like, “Well, maybe I’ll be a teacher, because they get summers off.” Please don’t. The last thing this country needs is another teaching phoning it in nine months out of the year so she can go waitress in West Harwich for the summers and spend her days off drinking vodka out of a Nalgene bottle until she passes out on the beach.
The best teachers are the ones who feel passion for their students and the subject they teach. This can be applied to any career; what I don’t see is it applying to you until you take some time to sit down and figure out what makes you tick, and what makes your heart beat faster and your brain start whirring. Getting to that place may take some self-exploration, some serious thought about why you’re so scared to commit to a career. Pinpoint the part of yourself that’s holding you back, and tell it to fuck off.
Going back to school for the sake of going back to school is just more procrastination, and will only result in more panic and about four billion dollars in student loans.