jmu1's Journal: What I want to do when I grow up

I know I am bound to grow up one of these days and get a 'real job'. It is the way of the reigon that I was born in. The problem is, I don't have a clue what I want to do with myself. I have all sorts of things I could do, if only I would kick myself in the ass and get my self in gear to do it. I have this problem with confrontations that overflows into a fear of opposition. By anything. Be it a tiger, a test or a teacher. I have dropped more classes because of an asshole teacher than most freshmen do because of hangovers in grand proportion. I am too honest to cheat my way through courses, no matter how hopless it is for me to take them. And yet I keep telling myself that I will find that job outside of tech support that will make my life livable. Am I wrong? Am I destined to be a servant of the dumb? Or will I be able to climb from the mire to rise above the rabble? Rabble... what the hell am I talking about? I bitch about the folks 'endowed' with daddy's money who think of me that way. Such is life... the duality of man.