My Plan B

            My plan B changes a lot, I could say today I think I would want to open a food truck and sell awesome yummy gluten-free, dairy-free, soy-free, peskatarian food, so that people like me who have a hard time eating out and not getting sick, can actually eat something and not be in bed with a stomach ache all night.

Then there is my true plan B with is to become a professor. My real plan A is to become an international journalist of some sort, traveling, writing stories, meeting new people, trying to break down borders and make the world seem like a closer more connected place. I really want to do this! I want to take amazing photos of tribal life in Africa have them splayed in full, vivid color in National Geographic. I want this so bad that I have panic attacks from time to time, fearing that this goal is too much.

So, plan B is to teach. Since I am a History and Journalism major I could teach either one, goal one is to get a Journalism masters so that Plan A may be more reasonably attained. However, if that all goes to shit, like some of these grand schemes do that people make, then I will look into other options.

Teaching does not seem so bad, if you can find a good university to take you, pay you a decent wage etc. Journalism teaching could be alright, branding the next group of people to try to do what I wanted, and trying not to be cynical or bitter about it. I could respect their dreams and aspirations, secretly wanting to tell them it is one big lie and they will never become anything, because, I plan on being very bitter if I have to fall back on teaching.

The other option would be to become a history graduate student, which could be kind of cool, I could focus on something I am really passionate about and really specifically interested in like Medieval Europe. I have a good friend that was a history professor for a while, she liked it, she enjoyed teaching college kids, so maybe I could stomach that a bit better. I mean what do you really get to do with a history degree? Unless you have something else with it, or get a masters, and somehow land working at a museum. Which, museum work is kind of fun, I have worked at two different ones, in the gift shop, which is interesting. Thus, maybe the research department could be equally as fun. I mean museum people are kind of a special breed of geek.

Okay, so what I am really saying is that I do not, under any circumstances, want to go to Plan B and I will do just about anything to avoid it. So even if I do not get to be the next Anthony Bourdain, or Samantha Brown, or Elizabeth Gilbert, maybe I can get a job writing newsletters for a museum, or a small article in a paper, or taking wedding photos or…I think I have too many plan Bs.