2023...I will be a year out of law school. Likely I will be abroad in France, teaching English or otherwise amusing myself, or perhaps I will be trying to get my PhD in English Language and Literature (because really, language is sociology minus the science aspect; in other words, research into how people behave using words instead of facts, writing about characters instead of characteristics). Or I may be practicing corporate law. There are many kinds of corporate law, and I have no idea which kind would suit me, but the environment in which I would work would be excellent. I will live by myself in a nice but small apartment in a safe and upscale neighborhood. Portland would be an excellent place to live, but I'll probably be in a bigger city. Wherever it is, I won't be too far from my family; if I do indeed become an expat in France, as is my dream, I may just bring my parents with me.... Laura might be graduating from college in 2023, since she intends to take a gap year after high school. I wonder what her major will be. I probably won't have a social life if I'm not a student; I have next to no interest in marriage or children, though there's a chance I'll have a boyfriend. Otherwise, I hope I'll have one very close friend. I hope I'll still be in touch with friends from high school and college, too, but I probably won't get to see them very often. I don't actually know what my life will be like in ten years (though I think that my predictions are quite accurate), but whatever happens, I intend to be very happy. Maybe that's an anti-climatical ending, but really, what else can I say?
I have no idea where/who/what I will be in 2023. I have several different hopes at the moment, and none of them go together. Sometimes, I would like to be out west, preferably in Colorado, working as a guide/park ranger/something outdoorsy. Other times, I would like to be a high school teacher, living somewhere I love (although I tend to go turn back to Colorado with this dream too). And the rest of the time, I would like to live in Europe, or be traveling this world. Somewhere in Europe, I don't know what I'd do. Traveling the world, I'd be a travel writer. Practically speaking, I know all of this will be dictated by my college experience and my choice of major, but I'm not that far yet. As for who I will be, I imagine my college experiences and major and continuing life experiences will dictate that too. But right now, I just don't know. And that's just fine with me.
2021 would have been a much more interesting year to talk about, since that’s when the brood of 17-year cicadas that first got me interested in insects in 2004 would be coming out. But I digress. In 2023, I will likely be getting my PhD in entomology, or taxonomy, or systematics, or something bug-related at any rate. I don’t know where I will be living; the west coast would be nice, or maybe somewhere in Central America. Somewhere with bugs, that’s all that counts. By that time, I will almost certainly have a group of friends my age who like insects (people I’ve been looking for, unsuccessfully, since 3rd grade), and we’ll probably be out at night grabbing critters off light sheets and snaring beetles in pitfall traps and tracking unknown cricket songs. Of course, events will likely deviate from this generalization. Whatever ends up happening, though, I will be doing what I love, with people who love it as much as I do. And of course, I’ll be waiting for April 5, 2063, the date Zefram Cochrane will make first contact with the Vulcans.
2023 seems like a long time away. It seems futuristic, almost dreamlike. I will almost be 30 and I really don't like thinking about that. I barely like thinking about the fact that I am 17. But whether I like it or not, it will come and I hope to be here for it. I guess all I can say is that I wish to be happy. I honestly have no idea what/where/who I want to be, although I do know things that I can't imagine not making me happy. Therefore, I guess I hope to still be able to exercise on a regular basis, help make the world a better place, and be challenged in my daily life. Then again though, 10 years ago I probably would have said three completely different things. Probably even a few years ago that list would have been at least somewhat different. I guess that's the nature of time, though. All you can really hope for as an ever changing human in an ever changing world is to be happy.
In 2023, I will be coming out with my second novel, which might or might not be a big flop compared to my first novel which will top all the bestseller lists. It's always tough to beat your first win. All of this will be on the side. For my day job, I will do something that sustains me, but also makes me happy. I'm not exactly sure what this will be yet, although I'm sure it will involve the social sciences in some form or another. I will have regular visits to Turkey, France, and England; my three favorite places in the world. My little sister might be close to finishing college(I'm not sure I'm too lazy to do the math) and my brothers will most likely be settled in their professions as a business man, an international lawyer, and a doctor. I will be a hard worker, a better writer, and I will have learned how to stop procrastinating.
I like how concrete this sounds, as opposed to most of the other posts which are more general. You make it seem like everything here is guaranteed to happen, a real outline of future events. The tone is rather confident, and humorous at the end. Maybe you could describe your plans for your novels a little more, but otherwise I think this is really good.
In 2023 I will be 27. I will have hopefully graduated from college in 2018, and be headed towards a new life. It's weird to think of a time so far ahead of me, and honestly I haven't given much thought as to what I will be doing, or what I will be. I would like to think that I will be just finishing up with medical school, and heading to a real life hospital to do my first internship. I hope to have a nice life, living in a nice apartment, maybe in London. But in reality, I will probably be out of college, thinking of graduate school or contemplating medical school, and living in a crappy apartment working a job that is not in my field. I hate to think that that is what my life out of college will be like, and I could be completely wrong. I suppose it is a good thing to look at both options, even if the first is what I truly dream of.
It is very scary to think about the year 2023. Ten years seems so far away, and, unfortunately, it is quite blurry. I remember being in middle school and having the classes I wanted to take planned out through my senior year. With the exception of two classes, I followed my plan, knowing I could change but not wanting to. Next year, not to mention the next ten years, still seems as though I am caught in a huge web of options. So far, everything has either been laid out for me or I have known what is to come but I have no idea what I will be up to in a decade and what leads up to that moment. It is strange to think how some of the decisions I made ten years ago made me who I am today. What choices will I make tomorrow that will impact me in the future?
I really like this, Emily, especially the ending, where you touch on decisions. They are an important factor, and I'm glad you brought them up. I really like the image of "a huge web of options" -- I think it really captures what you were trying to convey. The one thing I might add to is why it's scary. Can you expand on that idea just a bit? What exactly frightens you about it? That's it, though. I really like this piece a lot.
I will be 27 years old on February 14, 2023. For several reasons I have been thinking a lot about what I will be doing in my late 20s over the past week. Honestly I have no idea what will have happened to me or what I may have done at that point. I might be I will be in the midst of saving the world, or maybe I will be in love with an amazing man who I will be about to marry. 27 isn’t too young to get married. Maybe I will be doing both. The other possibility is that I will have moved back in with my parents after complete grad school and not being able to find a job. I have heard that happens quite frequently. But for all we know the ocean level will have risen so much that my parents won’t even live in this house anymore, because it had flooded. I used to have it planned out. Next year would be my Gap Year, then undergrad and directly to Law school, after establishing my career I would marry at 30 and have two kids. I am a planner what can I say. But now I don’t know if I want to be a lawyer. Maybe, but I had an internship with a Lawyer over the summer and I read humanitarian reports the whole time. I don’t want to spend my life reading humanitarian reports. So now my life is up for grabs again. Hopefully some interest will snatch it up.
2023...I will be a year out of law school. Likely I will be abroad in France, teaching English or otherwise amusing myself, or perhaps I will be trying to get my PhD in English Language and Literature (because really, language is sociology minus the science aspect; in other words, research into how people behave using words instead of facts, writing about characters instead of characteristics). Or I may be practicing corporate law. There are many kinds of corporate law, and I have no idea which kind would suit me, but the environment in which I would work would be excellent. I will live by myself in a nice but small apartment in a safe and upscale neighborhood. Portland would be an excellent place to live, but I'll probably be in a bigger city. Wherever it is, I won't be too far from my family; if I do indeed become an expat in France, as is my dream, I may just bring my parents with me.... Laura might be graduating from college in 2023, since she intends to take a gap year after high school. I wonder what her major will be. I probably won't have a social life if I'm not a student; I have next to no interest in marriage or children, though there's a chance I'll have a boyfriend. Otherwise, I hope I'll have one very close friend. I hope I'll still be in touch with friends from high school and college, too, but I probably won't get to see them very often.
ReplyDeleteI don't actually know what my life will be like in ten years (though I think that my predictions are quite accurate), but whatever happens, I intend to be very happy. Maybe that's an anti-climatical ending, but really, what else can I say?
I have no idea where/who/what I will be in 2023. I have several different hopes at the moment, and none of them go together. Sometimes, I would like to be out west, preferably in Colorado, working as a guide/park ranger/something outdoorsy. Other times, I would like to be a high school teacher, living somewhere I love (although I tend to go turn back to Colorado with this dream too). And the rest of the time, I would like to live in Europe, or be traveling this world. Somewhere in Europe, I don't know what I'd do. Traveling the world, I'd be a travel writer. Practically speaking, I know all of this will be dictated by my college experience and my choice of major, but I'm not that far yet. As for who I will be, I imagine my college experiences and major and continuing life experiences will dictate that too. But right now, I just don't know. And that's just fine with me.
ReplyDelete2021 would have been a much more interesting year to talk about, since that’s when the brood of 17-year cicadas that first got me interested in insects in 2004 would be coming out. But I digress. In 2023, I will likely be getting my PhD in entomology, or taxonomy, or systematics, or something bug-related at any rate. I don’t know where I will be living; the west coast would be nice, or maybe somewhere in Central America. Somewhere with bugs, that’s all that counts. By that time, I will almost certainly have a group of friends my age who like insects (people I’ve been looking for, unsuccessfully, since 3rd grade), and we’ll probably be out at night grabbing critters off light sheets and snaring beetles in pitfall traps and tracking unknown cricket songs.
ReplyDeleteOf course, events will likely deviate from this generalization. Whatever ends up happening, though, I will be doing what I love, with people who love it as much as I do. And of course, I’ll be waiting for April 5, 2063, the date Zefram Cochrane will make first contact with the Vulcans.
2023 seems like a long time away. It seems futuristic, almost dreamlike. I will almost be 30 and I really don't like thinking about that. I barely like thinking about the fact that I am 17. But whether I like it or not, it will come and I hope to be here for it. I guess all I can say is that I wish to be happy. I honestly have no idea what/where/who I want to be, although I do know things that I can't imagine not making me happy. Therefore, I guess I hope to still be able to exercise on a regular basis, help make the world a better place, and be challenged in my daily life. Then again though, 10 years ago I probably would have said three completely different things. Probably even a few years ago that list would have been at least somewhat different. I guess that's the nature of time, though. All you can really hope for as an ever changing human in an ever changing world is to be happy.
ReplyDeleteIn 2023, I will be coming out with my second novel, which might or might not be a big flop compared to my first novel which will top all the bestseller lists. It's always tough to beat your first win. All of this will be on the side. For my day job, I will do something that sustains me, but also makes me happy. I'm not exactly sure what this will be yet, although I'm sure it will involve the social sciences in some form or another. I will have regular visits to Turkey, France, and England; my three favorite places in the world. My little sister might be close to finishing college(I'm not sure I'm too lazy to do the math) and my brothers will most likely be settled in their professions as a business man, an international lawyer, and a doctor. I will be a hard worker, a better writer, and I will have learned how to stop procrastinating.
ReplyDeleteI like how concrete this sounds, as opposed to most of the other posts which are more general. You make it seem like everything here is guaranteed to happen, a real outline of future events. The tone is rather confident, and humorous at the end. Maybe you could describe your plans for your novels a little more, but otherwise I think this is really good.
DeleteIn 2023 I will be 27. I will have hopefully graduated from college in 2018, and be headed towards a new life. It's weird to think of a time so far ahead of me, and honestly I haven't given much thought as to what I will be doing, or what I will be. I would like to think that I will be just finishing up with medical school, and heading to a real life hospital to do my first internship. I hope to have a nice life, living in a nice apartment, maybe in London. But in reality, I will probably be out of college, thinking of graduate school or contemplating medical school, and living in a crappy apartment working a job that is not in my field. I hate to think that that is what my life out of college will be like, and I could be completely wrong. I suppose it is a good thing to look at both options, even if the first is what I truly dream of.
ReplyDeleteIt is very scary to think about the year 2023. Ten years seems so far away, and, unfortunately, it is quite blurry. I remember being in middle school and having the classes I wanted to take planned out through my senior year. With the exception of two classes, I followed my plan, knowing I could change but not wanting to. Next year, not to mention the next ten years, still seems as though I am caught in a huge web of options. So far, everything has either been laid out for me or I have known what is to come but I have no idea what I will be up to in a decade and what leads up to that moment. It is strange to think how some of the decisions I made ten years ago made me who I am today. What choices will I make tomorrow that will impact me in the future?
ReplyDeleteI really like this, Emily, especially the ending, where you touch on decisions. They are an important factor, and I'm glad you brought them up. I really like the image of "a huge web of options" -- I think it really captures what you were trying to convey. The one thing I might add to is why it's scary. Can you expand on that idea just a bit? What exactly frightens you about it? That's it, though. I really like this piece a lot.
DeleteI will be 27 years old on February 14, 2023. For several reasons I have been thinking a lot about what I will be doing in my late 20s over the past week. Honestly I have no idea what will have happened to me or what I may have done at that point. I might be I will be in the midst of saving the world, or maybe I will be in love with an amazing man who I will be about to marry. 27 isn’t too young to get married. Maybe I will be doing both. The other possibility is that I will have moved back in with my parents after complete grad school and not being able to find a job. I have heard that happens quite frequently. But for all we know the ocean level will have risen so much that my parents won’t even live in this house anymore, because it had flooded.
ReplyDeleteI used to have it planned out. Next year would be my Gap Year, then undergrad and directly to Law school, after establishing my career I would marry at 30 and have two kids. I am a planner what can I say. But now I don’t know if I want to be a lawyer. Maybe, but I had an internship with a Lawyer over the summer and I read humanitarian reports the whole time. I don’t want to spend my life reading humanitarian reports. So now my life is up for grabs again. Hopefully some interest will snatch it up.