When I was in high school I took a careers test.
It consisted of several questions in order to gain an understanding of who I was, where my interests lie, and what career path I might follow.
In high school I had no idea.
It told me I would be a janitor.
This news didn’t shake me up, it didn’t weigh heavily on my shoulders, and I didn’t feel promised to that job.
I expected I would graduate, go to college, find a job, work.
I would fall in love, get married, buy a house, have babies, and live happily ever after.
That was the natural order that was promoted by our guidance counsellors and our families.
There weren’t classes on reality.
Discussions regarding the astronomical cost of schooling, housing, food, and books for college.
The enormous stress we might feel as students in a new city.
The drop out rate.
How many jobs we would have to work at once in order to barely get by.
Late nights, stupid decisions, broken hearts, lost friendships, mistakes.
Babies before marriage.
Our relationships and the importance of communication.
Had I attended these classes it might have made me more aware and prepared me, but life would have still continued.
That is the natural order.