I know! Actually, my dad’s a doctor, a surgeon. He went into his junior year of college not totally sure what he wanted to do, but now loves his 80-hour weeks to death. My point, of course, is that you’re just as likely to find something that you love late as you are to guess early as a junior in high school what you could do happily for 40 years.
Eh, I sat next to her for 45 days of school in that class. At 85 minutes per day, that’s 3825 minutes, or more than 60 hours, of my life I’ll never get back. I reserve the right to my rudeness.