I always go back and forth about what I would like to do with my life. When I first started to become interested in art, it was a cartoonist. When I was five, I thought it would be the most amazing job ever to work for Disney and draw The Little Mermaid all day. A few years later, when my drawing skills developed, and I started becoming interested in people wearing different outfits, my grandma suggested I consider fashion design. That dream really took off and was with me for quite some time until I realized that I HATED sewing, and I know once you become a big time fashion designer, you have other people do the sewing for you, but I knew that I'd have to sew at some point. Then late in high school, I dabbled in creative writing a little and writing for my school's newspaper, hoping to someday be a journalist or writer. After high school, I was jet-set on being a graphic designer (like my dad)...and now I'm on my path for the rest of my life. I'm majoring in Illustration, so my job will be somewhere in there. Whether or not it's my dream job is still kind of iffy. I love to photograph nature and I often picture myself living up in the mountains or somewhere with a gorgeous landscape taking photos of nature. If I could just surround myself with beauty, that'd be great. But in a way, that's what I already do. I'm an artist, I draw what I see as beautiful, sometimes what I see as not beautiful. In a way, I'm already living my dream of just getting to go out and take pictures of whatever whenever. Getting to draw whatever pops into my mind. I may not be getting paid for it, but a dream job is something you should do for free anyway.