So today was the first day I seriously considered writing as a profession. All my life I have thought that I am destined to go into the field of science and mathematics, but what if I’m not? What if my true passion is writing? This hit me today in World Cultures while taking a test, while the period before I have an Algebra test that I am sure that I bombed, but ya know, can’t get A’s all the time. I just thought about how much I want to make something that lives on through history that people can enjoy for years to come, and while I would love to do this with some sort of scientific principal or something of that sort, I can’t help but wonder what it is like to be known for your writing. It must be a glorious thing, to be so fluent with the English language that people pay money for it and cherish it and keep it in leather bound covers and pass it on to other people. It also occurred to me that the writing business consists of a lot of make or break kind of deals, like you get payed if you do well, or if you flunk it, no money, whereas if you have a steady job in something science related, you would be getting a yearly salary. Unless you work for some sort of newspaper company or magazine company or something of that sort, you can never be certain I would think. Nevertheless, I still have a decent amount of time to consider what I want to do with my life, so for now I will just see where the road takes me I suppose.