I’ve always known what I wanted to be when I grow up. Teaching has always had an appeal to me. The age group I want to teach moves gets older, as I continuously realize that I couldn’t stand teaching the immature people that are my age (though, with college, that’s started to taper off). The same I idea has always been there though. I’ve always liked learning, and helping others to learn what I know.
Okay, for a few months when I was 6 years old, I was disillusioned enough to think I’d want to be a farmer, but that was back before I scheduled all of my classes to be after 11 am. Man, getting up before dawn would just suck so bad. I was really stupid when I was six.
Beyond that very ignorant time of my childhood however, there has been one other secret occupational desire in my life. One I haven’t really shared until this point. Yeah, with you. Don’t you feel special?
I’ve always secretly wanted to be funny. I mean, I know I couldn’t do stand-up comedy, because I am really bad at public speaking, or even just telling jokes to my friends in a semi-public location, but writing humor Ð that has always been a secret dream of mine. I particularly love Dave Barry’s work, and have secretly desired to gain writing abilities that can take one even a tiny portion of his humor.
So when I grow up, beyond doing whatever it is I’m doing in the computer science world, I hope I can write some funny stuff about it on my blog too. There you have it.
Oh, and yeah, I know this post isn’t exactly making brilliant strides toward becoming Dave Barry. Don’t give me crap.