I walked into a recruiting office today and was prepared to sell my soul for eight years. Take me, drill sergeant, and mold me into that which pleases you. I knew the answer would be no because I am on prescription medication and the army does not welcome sick females. So no fatigues for me; no boot camp. I'm disappointed but not as much as I thought I would be because I pursued a potential opportunity and I proved to myself that I am willing to seek other means of fulfillment. I told my boss I would not be coming back to the grocery store next year. He called me indecisive and I told him that scanning groceries was rotting my brain. Let his sweet, buttery deals of a managerial position fall amongst the deaf ears of a college student who sees through his serpent cologne and his greasy forehead. Retail is for fifteen year old boys.

I always thought decisions in life were clear, labeled like roads in an intersection. I have learned that nothing is cut and dry. I do not particularly enjoy uncertainty but if it comes between not knowing what the future will bring and playing it safe as the cashier girl, I will not hesitate to take a gamble.

Maybe I cannot become a soldier but there has to be other paths in life besides the grocery store and national guard. Overzealous? Probably. I did tell my boss to look for me on television. I just refuse to let my intelligence wither and die any longer. There must be something better, there is always something better. I just know it.