Ever since I was very young I wanted to be a History teacher. Due to circumstances, I didn’t get the grades needed to get into university. So I was stuck with not knowing what I wanted to do. At the time, after my A Levels, I was working part-time in a local pharmacy, which led to me getting a full-time role in a hospital pharmacy. After eighteen months, the job became mundane, doing the same thing day in day out; I began looking for jobs elsewhere. Whilst at the hospital, I found out that I could undertake a degree from home; bringing me a step closer to the dream of teaching. I began looking for jobs in schools and I finally found one as cover supervisor in a secondary school. I remember walking in on my first day, feeling like I had got it right….or so I thought.
After fifteen months, I had to call it quits. It was a crushing feeling, finding out the job I had spent my whole life wanting to do, wasn’t for me at this moment in time. At twenty two years old, I am none the wiser about what I want to do. I am scared. I have gone back to pharmacy, but I know my heart is not in it.
I recently found a piece of work I did in year nine aged thirteen, saying what I would like to be doing in ten years. So at my age now, my thirteen year old self said, ‘In a job that I love, married with a child on the way.’ WOW. Clearly, there was a reason as to why my A Levels didn’t go too well. Just so you all know – I have not achieved any of the above. There comes a time in a woman’s (very loose term there, I assure you!) life where she has to admit defeat. Today is my day.
If anyone could give any suggestions as to what I could do, please do. I need all the help I can get.
Much love, Devs x