Overexcitable

Writing this little autobiography, I'm embarassed at my general lack of spine and initiative as a younger person. I cannot believe how much I had, how much more I expected the world to give me, and how little I appreciated it all. Yet it is the unvarnished truth, as I remember it, edited for brevity but not face-saving. Onward!

Choosing a university was considered the next logical step for everyone at my school. There was not really any question. You might take a year off, but you were assumed to be going on to college. I remember balking at this, for the not insignificant reason that I had no idea what to take at college and still no idea of a career. If by now you are picturing me wandering around England wide-eyed and clueless, just add the school uniform and you're bang on.

Eventually I got with their program and started searching for degrees. What did I want to do? I was really digging the whole evolution/genetics/behavioural science deal, but I couldn't find a degree program matching that description. Palaeontology sounded like fun. No degrees in that, either - the closest I could find was Biology and Geology at Manchester University. Close enough!

Did it occur to me to look outside the UK? Wait a few years? Get some help with this major life decision? Not a chance. I sent off an application, plus a couple more to various lucky faculties of Geography around the country. I received offers from all over, and accepted Manchester. DONE! Back to partying and attending balls with my awesomely cool friends.

Oh well. Applicable quotes:
For of those to whom much is given, much is required.
Once I knew better, I did better.
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day.

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