Awkwardly got roped in to talking to Mr Steer for far too long today.
All I wanted to do was find out whether I should do economics if I want to do a journalism course, and he starts excitedly talking about the election and money and how the bank might bring up the interest rates which will be bad for Labour. His enthused face made me a little uncomfortable.
The future doesn't sound very fun right now.
What if I decide to be a columnist in year 10, so I study english, history and economics, and then have a revelation that I want to direct quirky sci fi movies while I'm already at Uni studying Journalism?
I'll never be able to follow my true passion, and will instead be stuck writing shitty articles for a business magazine nobody ever reads while I slowly become more and more conservative and start subconsciously putting my hair in a strict, gelled back bun. I'll become one of those people that invite boring friends to awkward dinner parties where you eat things with foreign, fancy names and listen to soft classical music in the background while drinking ginger beer and discussing russian opera.
Oh well, if worst comes to worse I'm pretty sure I can make a stable living out of growing my hair and then shaving it off and selling it for wigs or medical research.
I think I could look quite good bald.
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