My whole life I have put things to the side of my list or have just forgotten them there.Finishing them is to tiresome or just outrageous to accomplish but this is one of the simple one I have been working on for quite some time now.It is still quite strange but I can explained the origin of the the thought that started the goal that many would be quaintly quite afraid to do.
It all started when I had just recently turned five. Big girl shoes were the in thing to do and anything of grownup type was cool.I was at the stage where learning to say no and doing everything by myself was the fun thing that needed to be done.Almost like a game of playing house. I wanted to be the mommy and all my dolls were my slave labor group of children that had to do outlandishly hard choirs.
Until one day life hit me in a whole different way and that was the day I had to accompany my family to a strange little church house.I was put into a dark mourning dress and taken out into a small field there was strange little flat stones everywhere that had words and pictures scribbled. Later I learned that this was my first funeral but at the time it was an adventure so great.People were sad but curiosity is all I felt at the time even when I placed my small rosy lips on the cheek of my cold great grandmothers. Simply I though she was asleep she had a faint smile on her face she just seemed peaceful.
So of course when I went home my knees skinned and green from running around the little stones.I asked my mother what I had just went to she simple told me, a funeral. This is what sparked my idea of what I wanted to become. A mortician.
#1 Well first of all I need to finish me high school education.It's a simple enough goal a truthfully I'm practically done with this goal. All that I need now is a few more credits and to try my best to pass each year with a 4.0. Let's just hope I can run away from the bad side of the high school. Alike to bullies and the horrible days when I got my head slammed into the lockers. So yes I think I have had my fill of high school lets move on.
2# Next the wonder foul world of college where people party and many just give up until suddenly a beer bottle strikes their head and they see how simple it truly is. I plan to go to this simple little place called job corps.Free bed,bath, and jobs.Kind of sounds like a homeless shelter, but truthfully this place is wonderful. They help you get a move on especially is you are of low income. I will take welding,business,and ulnar arts.A strange mixture but well worth my time.
3# After this ordeal I'm going to take what money I have saved up and enroll myself into a real collage to study the basics but most of all human anatomy and medical. I'll need both of These to become a trainee for a mortician. As well with the skills that I will have gotten at job core I will be able to Hopefully open up my very own death house heh I mean morgue.
These are my long term goals to become what I want to become, and now all I can do is work and hope everything goes well.
3 comments:
I really enjoyed all the you wrote. You remind me of my sister in a way. Weird, unique, and cute! When you go to funerals what do you think about, walking past all of those cold stones all over the ground? Do you think of the days when you were a child or sinker the fact the someone in your life is gone?? I really love your creativity and stories that you have from your child hood or just past that you share with me. Good job!
I agree with the idea of saving money to get yourself through a real college. That will help immensely. I wholeheartedly agree that it would be the smartest idea of all. Why not go to a college and study the anatomy and other such things? It's too good to be true. Aha!
I really enjoyed your story. I had a simmaler experience when my uncle died I felt that both of your carrer choices fit you perfectly. Like my dad always told me if you put your mind to it you can do anything. I also like how you said that you wanted to pass every year with a 4. keep moving strong I belive in you.
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