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Chasing Dreams With A Club
How many people are actually following their dreams?
The first time I told myself I wanted to be a writer, I was still in middle school.
I was surrounded by kids that wanted to be football players, basketball players, doctors, lawyers, and the president. I sat through school and all the teachers threw “Go to college” down our throats.
In the back of my mind, I knew I wanted to be a writer but I was afraid.
Everyone likes to joke and call creators “starving artists”. I was afraid of failing. I was afraid of being a flop. I didn’t want to have to look anyone in the eye and say nobody bought my book. They kept asking us where we wanted to go to college, and what we wanted to do. I wanted to write, but I never said it. I picked Computer Science and listen to everyone exaggerate.
“You’re going to be rich. I’m going to have to keep in touch with you!”– Random classmates I didn’t care for
I picked Computer Science because the statistics looked good. The average salaries looked good. I hate math. College wants me to take three Calculus classes. Three! I almost died in my Pre-Calculus class. My teacher was sweet; she was one of the nicest teachers I’ve ever had. I crawled out of…
