It's
GCSE Options selection time for many teenagers throughout the country,
including Bach Jnr.
This
is proving somewhat of a challenge as it's a big decision - after all, which
one of us really knew aged 13 or 14 what we wanted to do when we grew up?
Thinking
back, at the age of 14, I wanted to be a lead singer in a band when I was older
and then marry Morten Harket!
I
talked about this at length with my friends, and it turns out that most of us
are no longer doing the jobs for which we studied or trained originally either.
For
example, a barrister is now an early-years teacher, a teacher is now an
ordained Minister, and I'm - well, I'm not sure what my job title is these
days, let's just say I'm not doing the job I thought I would be. Things, life and circumstances change, and we
just have to adapt to them.
I
think the key is not to drop too many subjects which might prove useful in
later life.
With
only an 'O' level in Biology science-wise to my name, I was never going to be
able to go on and train to be a brain surgeon or similar.
Not
that this was ever realistically an option - my Operation game proved that I
didn't have the necessary steady hands required, given the chap's red nose lit
up alarmingly on numerous occasions - but you get my point.
Initially,
I had done well at Chemistry at secondary school, but then we got a different
teacher who took to spending large chunks of the lesson in the prep room
investigating the effects of nicotine on his respiratory system, and my Chemistry
knowledge decreased dramatically as a result.
In
fact, rather embarrassingly, it took me most of the first term to figure out
that the moles he kept talking about weren't in fact little
underground-dwelling furry creatures but Molecules of Elements. Perhaps it's just as well for everybody that
I didn't become a medic!
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