At around 8AM this morning I crossed a certain threshold. I am now two-thirds of the way through my working vacation here in Lake Louise. Now, I saw “working vacation” with a bit of an internal debate; I’ve worked more hours here than I did in my last six months back home. That being said, I’m ready to go. I don’t need to leave, but “the novelty of living in Lake Louise has worn off,” as a co-worker put it. (Linda, if you’re reading this, don’t worry. I’m not bugging out.)
I’m not sure what the internal motivation is, but I’ve been thinking about the future a lot more in the last two weeks or so. Finances, buying a condo, employment, all that stuff has been playing on my mind. At the heart of all of these reflections is the question: what am I exactly? There’s no point in denying that I underachieved horribly as a student and have been paying a heavy price since. I have no realistic chance of getting into any grad school that considers aggregate grades (although I could probably pass a “ten highest marks” requirement with ease.) Teacher’s College is doable, and I’ve always toyed with the idea of law school. But my uncertainty remains. (Continue reading…)