High School Is Almost Over.... Now What?
I remember walking through those high school doors on my first day of Grade 12. Walking tall, brand new jeans still smelling of the department store, and a bag full of fresh pens and notebooks, I owned that school. It was my final year and I was about to rock it! It’s funny how being a teenager gives you the feeling of knowing it all. As the semester wore on that little responsible voice in my brain kept asking me “Okay, what’s the plan?”
I wasn’t sure.
Luckily for me, there was a great University only a twenty-minute drive away. Not wanting to burden myself with student loans, rent, and the general expenses of living in another city, I opted for the school close to home. That left the question of what exactly it was I wanted to do for the rest of my life. So I asked myself the question that everyone ponders.
What do I love to do? This question seems simple enough…but when it comes down to finding the right University, degree, and four years of commitment, that question could not feel more complicated.
Needing some help, I went to talk to one of the career counselors at the University. We sat in her office while she took me through a quick tutorial of the school website: web registration, program descriptions, scholarships and awards, and tuition fees. “What a lot of people do, “ she tells me, tapping her fingernails on the screen, “is take some general courses to find out what they like.”
Sounds simple enough. But classes are expensive and I didn’t have the funds to take a bunch of courses that may not have gone towards my final degree.
So I thought about it again. What do I love to do?
When I was a kid I loved to write. I loved the sound of crinkling paper and smell of ink. I had a binder full of scrap paper that I used to write short stories in. My grandmother gave me an electric typewriter for my 12th birthday. I loved the way the keys tapped on the page and the loud ding! as the paper tray slid back to the beginning. I would write poems and practice cursive letters. Could this be my passion?
It felt like so many of my friends had their lives planned out: four years undergrad degree, then grad school, internships with companies in their field, and then a full-time career. I wanted so badly to be able to see myself five, ten, fifteen years in the future. But I couldn’t. All I could see was myself at a laptop, tapping away at the keys with a smile on my face. Was this enough?
First day of University feels something like that first day of high school…but bigger. Everyone is older and walking around with purpose. Book bags across their shoulders, coffee in their hands, heading to and from class. I suddenly felt very small. But I had learned to rock high school; I could certainly learn to rock University. I signed up for a few English classes in my first semester and one short fiction class…and fell absolutely in love. So this is what I wanted to do. My childhood already knew: a writer.
And it started with one question: What do YOU love to do?
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Renee Masur is a fourth year Creative Writing major working on finishing up her degree. For the past nine months she has been an (amazing) intern at Sokanu, a company focused on helping people find their passion in life.



