I have officially dropped out of college.
Why did I do such a stupid thing, you might ask? Well, because I was sick of it. That was pretty damn stupid, wasn’t it? Let me break this down for you.
First of all, I realized at the end of this last semester that college was grating on my nerves. I wanted to start my life. I didn’t like the idea of having to find a job that was willing to work with my school schedule (there were very few that would, and the ones that would were places that did not offer any opportunity for advancement). I am a person that gets satisfaction from being brought up through the ranks. If I start out as a part-time sales associate somewhere, my intention is to advance within the company – not to remain a part-time sales associate for sixty years until it’s time to retire. I love working, making money, and staying busy, and college was taking away my opportunity to do just that.
Along with that, I also was studying a horrible subject. I had just finished my fourth college semester, meaning that it was too late for me to change to something else and still graduate in four years. So, instead of agreeing to take on a fifth year at a ridiculously high cost, I decided that it would be best for me to drop out entirely and reevaluate in a couple of years.
That brings me to where I am today. I am currently working seasonally at an amusement park (a job that I love – this is my second season), making good money and living on my own while I try to find a job with an airline.
That’s right, folks. I’ve thought about it in a peripheral sense for two or three years and now I’m finally ready to take the plunge. I have applied to six different airlines in hopes of becoming a flight attendant. I love being able to keep people safe and comfortable – that’s one of the many things that working two years at an amusement park has taught me. Aside from that, though, air travel is basically in my blood. My father and his father before him were both pilots. My mother was a travel agent and I have a cousin who is an air traffic controller. If that doesn’t scream destiny, I don’t know what does.
My dream airline is, of course, American. I sent in an application the day they became available to the public and I am waiting to hear back after having filled out the online assessment. My next step, if selected, is to do an online interview, which I am super excited for. I can’t tell you all how much I want to do this. For years I’ve been looking for a career that I can get both satisfaction and joy out of and I think I have finally found it. You guys, I think I am really and honestly meant to be a flight attendant.
If I do end up passing the online interview portion and end up getting called in for a face-to-face interview, that will be yet another huge step in the right direction – towards full-fledged adulating.
Semi-adulthood may be in the rear-view mirror for me before I know it.