Not many people know this about me (I think maybe just my dad): For many years, as a child, I wanted to be an entomologist when I grew up. I wanted to study and play with insects all day. I used to catch, dissect, analyze under my microscope and set fire with a magnifying glass anything creepy, crawly thing I could get my hands on when I was young.
There’s your “Huh, I didn’t know that” lesson for today.
In that same vein, I wanted to be a teacher and psychologist. Psychologist and not psychiratrist because a) I didn’t care about prescribing people drugs – I just wanted to listen to their issues and try to help and b) it was already a lot of schooling before you stuck med school on top of it. The psychologist thing lasted for years. Starting when I was 12. For YEARS. Actually, it’s still a bit of a dream for me. So is the teacher thing. Not so much the entomologist anymore..although I’m not completely opposed to it.