12OZ CAREER DAY

okay im trying to make a decision on what i should do after high school. i know im going to college but what about when im done with general ed. what major do i move into afer that. some of you are already in college and already doing your majors and some of you have already been through it. so i wanna know what your majors are or have been, which ones you quit and why. and for those already in the job force, what do you do and most of all Do YOU like it??

i really need some guidence but like most of you i dont think like a high school councelor so they dont make sense to me. any comment would be greatly appreciated.

unless you like math, dont go into engineering. couldve fooled me, i lasted a semester...

UNDECLARED STUDENT WHAT WHAT!

tried computer science out, since im really good with computers, but quit because of the math, changed to fine arts, photography, and found out i still gotta take more math courses....math is my downfall...i will not be returning to classes next semester....i need a break...good luck in what ever you decide to do....im thinking of changing my major again...but i dont know to what...computer science is really the way to go now adays, job market is quite large for tech kids....get into network administration if you go from computer sciences....supposedly a huge job market for net admins...everyone needs one now adays.....

I'm going to Cerritos to become a Teacher.

I really wanted to get a degree in Sociology because it interests me and those classes came naturally to me. But in order to get a decent job you need to get a masters. If not I would be working for the county doing some shit job for no money. So thats why I picked teaching. Too many fucking classes to take. I still have another 2 semester before I transfer to Fullerton.

Pistol

damn you always come through with what i need.

How long does it take to become a teacher and what kind of classes do i need to take?

What kind of teacher do you want to be? Elementry? Middle School? HS?

whats easier??

ive always thought about history teacher as a good job and i also want to get some kinda of coaching license to do football coaching on the side.

I dropped out because trains were more important than a 9:30 math class

It depends on what you wanna teach?

I was gonna transfer to Cal State Long Beach but they had like an extra 2-3 semesters of classes I needed to take. So I decided to go to CSUFullerton.

hmm if you take 12 units a semester I'd say about 5-6 years.

I'd like to be an English/History teacher and maybe a PE teacher to get out of the class and get some fresh air. Maybe even a coach but you really gotta dedicate alot of time of you wanna be a coach. Plus alot of politics are involved in hiring coach's.

"The Professions"

Similarly to some of the above posts, I had problems with math in high school. What I didn't realize until years later was that I probably was depressed, and possibly had a condition called "dyscalculia" which is similar to "dyslexia" but concerns numbers instead of letters.

One of the signal symptoms of Major Depression is called "anhedonia." It means "unable to enjoy the normal things in life." That fit me to a Tee. I hated birthdays and Christmas, I hated family gatherings. Any sort of normal family stuff, like going out to eat, or going to Grandma's house, I loathed. Everything bored me shitless. I was a deluxe thrill seeker--I loved motorcycles, surfing big waves, any sort of risky ass behavior was right up my alley. I wasn't much on one-on-one fighting, but I loved free-for-all brawls where two GROUPS of boys squared off. I hated team sports, but I loved what would today be called "gang" activity. We used to tag using brushes and paint cans, back in the early '60s, and then later, with spray cans, but it wasn't graffitti like today, more like gangbanger bullshit: "Tommy Smith Sucks Dick", stuff like that.

Math was my big failure. As hard as I tried, algebra kicked my ass. I just could not understand it. It didn't help that I had started smoking grass, another signal of Major Depression. Smoking weed just makes everything more difficult.

When I got out of high school, I felt like I had been released from prison. NO WAY was I going to go to college. I HATED school.

Big mistake.

My friends all went to college, then on to starter jobs in computers, banks, Federal agencies, industries, etc. But because I refused to go to college, I just bounced from shit job to shit job. I told myself I didn't care. I was an ANARCHIST, I didn't give a fuck about money or success.

After 14 years of this idiocy, I grew up enough to decide to go to a community college. I had to learn to overcome college-level algebra and trigonometry. I never thought I could do it. One big help was "scientific calculators." When I was a kid, a Texas Instruments calculator cost $450 and was as big as a transistor radio--a couple of inches thick. About the size of a thick paperback novel. By the time I finally started college, they were much, much smaller and accepted everywhere. When I was in high school, the school wouldn't let you do your basic calculations with a calculator, but they would let you "check your work" with one. In college, nobody gave a shit, as long as you could do the calculating.

My first degree was in Machine Tool Technology. I love making stuff out of metal, but it doesn't pay worth shit. My second degree was in Nursing. It pays very well. Agency Nursing pays $36 per hour where I live. Hospital nursing pays around $22/hour. That's $44,000 a year. To start. A friend of mine who is an LVN (licensed vocational nurse) went to school for 18 months, and was making $18/ hour (about $36,000/ year.) She upgraded to RN, and works in a very high-stress Pediatric ICU (a children's intensive care unit.) She is now making $66,000 per year. The down side is that once in a while, one of the kids dies. That really sucks.

Every job has advantages and disadvantages. Don't choose a profession just for the money. But on the other hand, some jobs don't pay shit. Your choice--do the research.

law is always fun....my ghetto ass friend would come out with hella shit to say to cops and from what i understand...he scares them...

i work on cars/trucks

i go to work get greasy and drunk

i have fun everyday at my job

and i make damn good money

i might go to school to be a porsche mechanic

on the side of what im doing now

then i can save and open up my own custom shop

i havent gone to school and im doing fine

fuck you WhenOne.;)

Originally posted by Pistol

fuck you WhenOne.;)

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DO I DARE?::lol:

Originally posted by willy.wonka

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oh no...

Originally posted by willy.wonka

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flippin burgers:D

do what i did after high school.....nothing for 3 years. now look at me.....i've moved to the other side of the planet, have a good job doing something you usually need an education for, have a lovely wife, and a dope apartment. not bad for someone without a college degree!

I'm going to be a motherfucking Classicist.

and what do they do, I hear you ask.....

whatever they want, only in Ancient Greek.

If I had it to do all over again,

I would have started my own little business right out of high school. Since I didn't want to go to college, I should have thrown myself into starting up a business that needed very little overhead. An excellent example: landscaping and lawn maintenance. I already owned a van, I could have bought or built a trailer, invested in some lawn equipment and started my own landscaping business. In fact, I even had a little experience at this very thing, but I was TOO STUPID AND PROUD AND FULL OF MYSELF to realize that the coolest thing about a business like that is that you can take time off whenever the hell you want to do so. Who's going to know? Or care? As long as Mrs. Smith's lawn gets mowed and edged, she doesn't give a shit if it's Monday or Sunday or whatever. You don't ever have to "dress for work" or try not to be late for a sales meeting. I didn't do it because I thought of mowing lawns as "kid's jobs"--bullshit go-nowhere work that was a dead end. Plus, it was actually pretty hard work.

I had an older friend named Neil who was a surfer, too. He and one of my really good friends (also older) who surfed were sort of my mentors, in a way. Neil graduated from high school while I was still a junior, and started a lawn maintenance business. I was appalled, I couldn't believe my cool friend willingly started a LOSER-ASS business like cutting lawns! He just laughed.

1.) He worked when he felt like it, and surfed when the surf was up. In Texas, this usually means when there is a storm. In other words, he got to surf when there were good waves. Can't cut grass in the rain, right?

2.) He got paid in cash. No taxes, no withholding, no bullshit. CASH.

3.) Oftentimes, his customers would say "Neil, could you clean out my garage for me? I'll pay you whatever it's worth." He got CASH, free stuff, sometimes working lawn equipment, or machines that could be repaired. Once he got a boat motor worth hundreds of bucks. For free. And happy customers for hauling all their valuable shit off.

4.) Pretty soon, he had too many customers. It was cutting into his surfing time. So he hired a Mexican guy to help him, and the guy was not happy working once in a while, he wanted to work seven days a week. Neil started getting the jobs. Pretty soon he had more workers. After a while the Mexican guy was the supervisor and ran the crew, and all Neil did was talk to the customers and collect money. And surf.

At the age of twenty-one, Neil had his own business that practically ran itself. Eventually he had to "go legit" and pay taxes and all that other crap. But for years he just did it the easy way. He never advertised, not for work, and not for employees. Most of his guys knew each other. They were cousins, brothers-in-law, stuff like that. The workers worked, and Neil surfed. Hell of a deal.

Another friend of mine lived in a van, in San Francisco. He had a business of doing re-modeling, sheetrock and painting apartments, and doing "make-ready" for apartments. He worked for big apartment buildings. They loved him. He was dependable. He was personable. He was extremely friendly and easy-going. And he worked for a cash discount. The apartment manager would get an estimate from Bill for say, $500 to re-paint an apartment. He would cut a check to Bill's "business" (the address was a dummy, the phone was a pay phone) and then pay Bill $400 cash, and pocket the other $100 himself. This is illegal as shit--it's fraud. Who would know? Nobody but Bill and the apartment property manager. Bill lived in the apartments he worked on, rent free. He had a folding bed in his van that he would bring up to the apartment. He used their lights, their electricity, their showers, all for free. He paid no rent. In between jobs, he and his dog lived in the van. He was, without question, bar none, the best urban survivor I ever knew. He dated wealthy, good-looking women in San Francisco (he was a real handsome guy--women loved him.)

One of my ex-brothers-in-law started an exterior contract painting business in 24-hours after getting fired from a job he hated. He got fired and they gave him his paycheck and had security escort him off the property. (He hated his boss, the guy was a colossal prick.) Before dark, he had bought a painting contractor's rig, and had dozens of appointments to bid jobs. He used his own pick-up to haul his stuff. He charges $75 an hour to paint, or by the bid job. He makes tons of money.

Anybody can do this, and I could too. But it takes a particular type of personality to do it and be HAPPY. I'm not enough of a gambler to enjoy it. But some people love the challenge.