It's official....or at least as official as it gets in the life of a 17 year old.
I DON'T WANT TO BE A MATH TEACHER.
After helping my 23 year old brother with his ridiculously easy math homework (and I mean easy for college level stuff), I learned I would never have the patience to sit and help the "stupid" kid in a class and explain how to solve a problem in 30 different ways so he understands it. Because that's literally what I did with Andy....and I can't do it.
Maybe I should pursue music? No se.
All I know is my confusion in life is just another reason why I should get my patriarchal blessing. I need peace and direction in my life.