What was the worst advice you ever received? Did you follow it?
I suppose it’s heartening that nothing immediately springs to mind. Hmmm….
Well, back when I was in high school, one well-meaning relative suggested I look into becoming an x-ray technician; she’d heard, I think, that x-ray techs were in high demand. If I’d taken that advice, I’d be bored and radioactive.
About that same time, I also took one of those career inventory tests; my interests somehow matched up with those of the prototypical chemist. My high school passion for math pointed in that direction, I guess. Today, though, I can’t even imagine being a chemist. I’d be lonely in a lab, and I’d be squeamish about whatever was in those test tubes. Ewwww.
You know what? I just dug around in my files and found the results of that darned career inventory. (Gosh, do I keep everything or what?) Sociologist finished second—just behind chemist—and the test probably did get me thinking about sociology as something to study. I ended up with a graduate degree in sociology, and I think I’d be fairly happy today as a sociologist, too. Other fields that matched up well with the high-school iteration of me: college professor, geographer, psychologist, librarian, and public administrator. I didn’t wind up in any of those careers, but they all sound feasible. So maybe that test wasn’t so bad after all.
What career was I least interested in as a high school student? Vo-ag teacher, according to the results. That still sounds about right.
But what if, somehow or other, I had gone into vo-ag teaching? Well, I guess I’d’ve been the vo-ag teacher with the Abba fetish and the special interest in gay sheep. That almost sounds like fun.