I need Jerome Bettis
The eighteen year old crosses the stage, the pump in his chest rattling its confines. A feeling of exuberance within him, pride, fulfillment and regret show on his face. He feels as an adult, standing on the edge of a plateau with his childhood behind him and his whole life before him. He doesn’t realize yet that he is actually on the beginning slopes of a mountain, a mountain of experience in which the incline ahead of him is as steep as that behind him. A few months from now he will look back at this moment and realize how little he knew.
At least that’s the way I am, I find it ironic that an 18 year old is supposed to decide what he wants to do for the rest of his life when he doesn’t even know himself yet. I am just beginning to find out what I need and like in jobs and what jobs I could excel in. Yes I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching and attempted decision making lately. What do I do when I get back to school; stick with my commercial aviation degree, go ATC, get an aviation management degree, get all three?
I’m almost positive I won’t be majoring in commercial aviation; eventhough I still want to be a pilot I need to be more diverse. I’ve realized that a commercial aviation major is like a fottball team with an explosive passing attack, but no running game and no depth. If the defense shuts you down on the pass or one of your stars is injured, you have nowhere to turn.