When I was in college in my early twenties, there's this one time when, in between switching apartments, my old contract ended one month before my new apartment was ready. Homeless for a month, I ended up staying over at my friends' apartment. They were two brothers with whom I've become good friends with over the years. I vacuumed, tidied up, washed the dishes, and cleaned the only bathroom in the apartment (not something I want to do EVER again, by the way) in exchange for one month of basically free rental.
Four years earlier when I was in 8th grade, the students in our class had to do a poster presentation on what we wanted to be when we grow up. Everybody--me included--showed up with posters decorated with pictures and images that would make any parents proud. None of us said things like "I wish I was a trust fund baby" or "I just want to win a friggin lotto!" out loud. Mostly we talked about finishing high school, enrolling in a well-known university, graduating with honors, becoming successful, and earning lots of money. Our chosen profession: a banker, an engineer, a scientist, an artist, a doctor/dentist/veterinarian, a teacher, or a basketball/baseball/football player.
Like those who had gone before me, I stood in front of the classroom holding my poster of big dreams, saying all the things I'd rehearsed the night before. I told them I wanted to go get my masters degree in Business, and then continue on to get a PhD, just like my mother. I told them I believed in equality for women and I was going to be a successful business woman in what's clearly a man's world. What's more, I was going to teach voluntarily in universities as a way to contribute to society. If anything, I was trained in the art of kissing teachers' arses.
Everything was going as planned, but I must've been thinking out loud when I blurted out: "In case all these doesn't happen, I'm just gonna get me a friggin rich husband." The dumbfounded expression on my face must've been priceless because after like, 3 seconds of silence, there was hoots of laughter, my teacher's surprisingly being one of the loudest. I didn't know what was so funny about what I said and was actually embarrassed about the whole thing.
What's funny though, was how life imitates, (ehem) art. Because that was how my life turned out to be. I graduated with honors, went into a prestigious college, earned my bachelor's degree... and then, real life interfered. When came the time to make a choice between career (and most probably getting on with my masters degree and PhD plans), I chose marriage. To a f*cking rich guy. I'm not saying this to show-off or to boast, because as we know it, right now I'm in the middle of getting a divorce. So there's nothing to show off or boast, really. But it was quite startling how close my life has been to what my "Most Likely To" all those years ago.
To be continued...