I just remembered: in first grade we had an assignment where we had to draw who we wanted to be when we grew up. Not really the most informed on types of jobs, I asked my mom what her job was and she replied, “I’m a mom.” So for my assignment I drew her and wrote underneath, “When I grow up, I want to be a mom.”

I also was pretty boss at drawing Sailor Moon. So that’s who I drew for a similar assignment in second grade. 

And then in fifth grade I wanted to be a zoologist like Jane Goodall because I thought it was so cool she lived with chimps and I freaking loved animals.

And now I have indifferent thoughts on being a mom, definitely no thoughts on becoming Sailor Moon, and I hate zoology because of BIOG 1105/1106. Way to ruin my childhood dreams, reality.