What is Reg going to do with her life?

I thought when I was accepted to a University that people would stop asking me what I was going to do with my life. I was wrong.

Now I’m asked specifically what I’m going to do with my life. The conversations are eerily similar, and all go about like this:

Concerned Family Member: “Hey Reg, I heard you’re going to UNCC.”

Reg: “Yep.”

Concerned Family Member: “So you like the Carolinas then, that’s why you choose it?”

Reg: “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been there.”

Concerned Family Member: “How did you choose your school then?”

Reg: “Well, it was as far away as possible. And it had a pretty name. Oh, I figure dad would come visit if there were a football stadium and a NASCAR track nearby too.”

Concerned Family Member, awkwardly chuckling: “What are you majoring in?”

Reg: “Political Science.”

Concerned Family Member: “So you want to be a lawyer?”

Reg: “Nope.”

Concerned Family Member: “A politician?”

Reg: “Definitely not.”

Concerned Family Member: “Why Political Science then; what are you going to do with it?”

Reg: “I like Political Science. I don’t know what I’m going to do yet.”

Concerned Family Member: “Why did you even declare a major?”

Reg: “I thought it’d be fun.”

Concerned Family Member: “…”

I’m going to UNCC, I’m applying for jobs, I have some savings; I’ll figure it out.  I just have to hope everyone else is not too disappointed by what I decide to do. No matter how much they want it, little “straight-A” Reg is not going to grow up into a lawyer, an accountant, or a doctor.

Your butterfly,
Reg