And there ain't n'body laughing this time 'round.
Reshared post from +Nathaniel Jansen
When I was in 6th grade on career day I dressed up super nice. I had on my "Sunday" clothes, purple silk shirt and khaki pants, my hair was perfect. Which took a lot of time because I had an awkward cowlick that pointed out the back of my head. I am sitting there in class and we were going around sharing what it is we will be when we grow up. I had no clue. I was so concerned with what I was going to be that day. My turn to share came. I blurted out "Model" and in return I hear a classroom of laughter.
Had that just been an idea that I wanted to pose for magazines or was it a more provocative point of view of what I truly wanted to be when I grew up…a model? Someone that others aspire to be and creates a feeling of inspiration. I didn't run home and tell my mom to help me fulfill that dream. I went on living my life with its ups and downs and no clue of what I was going to be when I grew up. Here I am 30 years old and believe the only time I ever told anybody what I wanted to be was in that classroom that was full of laughter.