The More Things Change . . .
So my Best Friend from seventh grade through high school called today. He’d been talking to his sons about their yearbooks, and found our eighth grade yearbook. Apparently, what I thought I’d be in the future was an “English historian,” and that I was likely to be found, at any given moment, reading. My hobbies were reading and “record-listening.” And my nickname, it says, was Meegy, which I don’t think anyone but–no, actually, I don’t think anyone called me that. My freshman roommate (and her sister) called me, and still occasionally does call me, Meegie-Wumps, but that is just a weird freshman roommate thing. Did not catch on, and no, don’t start with it now.
Geez. But that career and hobby stuff is not so far from what I am like or am doing now, is it?
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May 15th, 2009 at 12:23 pm
You know, all the self-help books on careers tell you to look back at what you enjoyed doing as a kid, and that you’ll find your answer to what you should be doing today. Guess you always knew!
May 17th, 2009 at 5:51 pm
Arlene, so true. Although your childhood loves must always be pursued with a twist.
Much as I loved traipsing around my back yard in dress up clothes, pretending I was on the Oregon Trail, I sincerely doubt anyone would pay me to do that! But one of these days, I may have to try writing a historical romance…