I've decided that if I was going to go to grad school right now, at this moment, I don't think I would go for social work. I just don't see myself doing it when I look ahead five years.
I wonder if I got a flat tire last month for a reason. If I hadn't gotten a flat tire, I wouldn't have needed the help from the teacher I work with, and we probably never would have had the conversation in her car about the possibility of getting a graduate degree in special ed.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Posted by swallowtail10 at 12:34 PM
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Sometimes things are so precise I believe in fate. Other days I just think everything is random.
That being said I think the major choices in our lives are influenced was more by random events we never saw coming as opposed to planned, exact events. At least mine has.
Dre
Also, I think that sometimes one's first experience with a career can be quite unnerving. While we're undergrads, we build up theory and ideals about what it's going to be like to apply our skills; inevitably the "real world" is a bit different.
I know very few people who have experienced their desired career and immediately loved it - there always seems to be a bit of a transition period for getting one's feet down, reconciling unanticipated differences, etc. With this is perhaps a bit of idealizing other careers and looking elsewhere.
Not knowing your situation well at all, I'm not really in a position to say much, but give things awhile and see how they go. It may very well be that you'd be happier in special ed, in case the flat tire was extremely fortuitous, if nothing else. (So, regarding the actual point of your original post, about whether or not your car trouble was fate or not - I'm tending to take the perspective that it was probably random.)
If dre had never thrown that soccer ball at me. We may never have been friends. I mean honestly, who does that?
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