Somewhere in the Beginning:

I must have gotten it wrong somewhere. Growing up I came from a single parent low to middle class family, where we had the basic essentials, but not much else. My mom didn't have time to care about grades, but the overwhelming idea was that in order to do better--I'd have to make the grades to go to college and everything would work out just fine. So I focused, I made National Honor's Society, sang in the chorus, and worked at Kmart. I though this was sure to be good enough to get me into college.




So off I went, researching where exactly I wanted to be. I loved the city even at a very early age i though there would be nowhere else in the world for me but New York City. My first Choice New York University, my second Fordham, third was Hofstra, and last but not least SUNY Albany. Ok, well for an average girl, most of theses choices were out of my league, and wanting it wasn't going to pay the tuition. So SUNY Albany--here I came. (For those of you who don't know SUNY--State University of New York, a State School.) That was probably mistake number one. I had a partial scholarship to Hofstra, and might have done myself some good to consider it more seriously. Not to say that Albany wasn't fantastic! It was, and man I had fun in college. Mistake number two. Although I had a great time, I didn't pick a major based on what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, instead I picked based on the classes I enjoyed taking. I never did an internship or joined any extra curricular groups, to network into a career path. Instead I lived the regular college life.



After graduation, I lived and worked in jobs that I enjoyed, but weren't on a career path I was interesting in taking, or rather didn't develop into a career path quickly enough. So I'd move to the next opportunity and again after a while I'd be in the same situation. Stuck in yet another job that wasn't where I wanted to be, and had no idea where to go next.



So I moved.



Ha! What a silly thing to do in the middle of a recession. I set myself back about three years, and again ended back exactly where I didn't want to be. Then what? Tune in tomorrow to see a few more steps I've taken to try to gain self respect, and some aspect of success in my twenty something’s. Does anyone else seem to be stuck in this predicament?