Red Flags and Dental Dreams

I should have known when I read Claire's blog on her escapades in Senegal that the J-school wasn't going to be right for me.
If a 21 year old that prefers to join the Peace Corps. and writes amazing blogs everyday can reject the prestige of UC Berkeley Journalism school, then I should have taken that for a big 'ol red flag that HELLO you are not cut out for this little toni!
They wanted someone like Claire. Instead they got me.
Fucking fat bastard recruiter at the Press-Enterprise - yet again, going against my instincts. My stomach was churning for a reason. My super spidey senses were begging me to run away! Go to class! Don't put yourself through this!
Big 'ol red flag.
and so many people to disappoint.
I probably would have been in Marfa, Tex. not getting any sleep, getting crazier by the sun soaked minute in the desert full of aliens--illegal and extratrestrial. I should have done like Claire.
That was the path for me. but I have a bad sense of direction thanks to my dad, and I always manage to get lost.
I should have been a dental assistant.