Sayin gee, Nina, what'll you be?

I'm a bird. We're all birds. We're sitting in our nests, and we're about to be shoved out of it. It's a fly or fail test. Either way, we're being pushed but we might as well try. 

I've wanted to be an archaeologist for a long time. I'm volunteering at a camp this summer to learn the ropes and get involved. But... what happens if I decide I don't want to do what I thought I did? Where do I go from there?  Growing up, I always had the pre-conceived notion of where I was going. I was given options for courses in school, and I decided I was going to be smart and push myself. And now that we're here, almost at the end. We have a giant choice to make. What are we going to do with the rest of our lives? 

My parents told me whether I wanted to or not, I'm going to college. But I want to anyway. If I don't want to be an archaeologist...what will I be? I've been told that I'd excel at anything I set my mind to... I hope their right.

And for the record, if it doesn't happen, don't you dare say "I told you so."