I don’t want to be a lawyer. I don’t want to be a doctor, or an engineer, or a business executive. I don’t want to ever be required to wear a suit or a uniform. I don’t want to wake up early. I don’t want to be rich, powerful, or important.
Why the hell am I here?
What is Lil’ Miss Undecided doing walking among masses of students who have known from the age of six that they want to be a nurse, or own their own company, or work as a criminal justice lawyer? I can’t measure up to them! I can’t walk with that same self-assured gait, confident in my destiny and my place in the world. My laugh doesn’t ring with that sound of jingling coins that alludes to the prospect of financial security.
Did I really need to come to Penn to do whatever I end up doing? Have $200,000 gone to waste?
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