Warning, wall of text concerning high school, and both why you should and shouldn't take it too seriously.
I never took high school seriously. I coasted by until grade 12, when reality about my future set in. From 9 to 11, my average fluctuated around the 75-80 mark. . . mind you, I didn't do a single piece of homework during that time, excluding group projects, I always gave group work my all. My grades were entirely dependent on test scores and exams, and I don't believe I ever scored less than 90% on any test in my academic career, ever.
Now, at this time, and still now to a large degree, my passion was music. All I wanted to do with my life was music, I still had that youthful naivete that if I worked hard enough, I could make it in the music industry. So I pursed a music degree.
Grade 12 I exited with around a 95 average, which got me into the Uni of my choice. That being said, when I got into University I wasn't conditioned into working hard, which was a harsh wake up call. Especially given the rigorous practice schedule I had to maintain, as well as slotting in time for my side bands and shows. As far as my music career went, I played shows, *minor* touring at the peak, and even recorded a bit. The problem was not in me, but I couldn't find a band committed enough to going the places I wanted to go in my career. As well, I became enlightened as to how the industry worked, where it was almost entirely a "who you know" affair. After my main band broke up, I floated from band to band until I eventually hung up my drumsticks professionally. I still drum for recreation, and it will always be a passion of mine.
During this time, I was arrested for drunk driving. I know most of you will know look at me as evil, or recklessly irresponsible. I know I shouldn't have driven with any alcohol in my bloodstream, but in my defense I wasn't drunk. I won't get into the argument here, but after a lengthy legal battle it came up that the officer hadn't calibrated the breathalyzer, leading to a much, much higher reading than what I was at -- and considering another officer's testimony that I was not drunk, passed the sobriety test, and was only breathalyzered because I had openly disclosed that I had drank a few hours ago, but I should have worked it off by that point. The courts found me innocent, which although a relief, left me with a $10,000 legal fee debt. Yes, this really was a long battle.
So back to schooling, I did well in University, kept around an 80 average, not quite enough to maintain a steady scholarship, mostly due to all the musical side projects I had going outside of school, but with the legal situation I soon ran out of money and couldn't juggle part time work with the costs of living. At that time, Carleton went on strike, denying me access to OSAP, which ended up getting lost in the system for a few months after the strike was over. I never ended up getting that OSAP. So I struggled for a few months at the throes of poverty, my meal allotments were a box of minute rice for the month, and once a week I would treat myself to a chocolate bar or small bag of chips. It was a rough time.
Because of not having any money, I had to drop out of University and work full time at a ****ty job, which really taught me the value of working hard. So I have 2 years completed under my belt, and half of year 3 -- which is balls considering it was a 3 year program. During the period of working hard in a warehouse, though, I figured out what I wanted to do with my life -- something that had eluded me during my formative years in university beyond the mere goal of "graduate." I was going to be a pilot, my childhood dream.
Those of you who have met me, *and* who know a bit about commercial aviation, which in retrospect I suspect is only a small portion of you, will likely respond "But Mike, don't you have to have perfect vision to be a pilot for non recreational purposes?" To which I would respond, "yes, and my glasses were a curse that shook me off of my calling when I was diagnosed with near-sightedness in grade 7. But thanks to the vast improvements in corrective surgery, even the military is accepting pilots who undergo it."
But as with university, something stood between me and my goal again: money -- more specifically, the money needed to enroll in pilot school and complete the training -- and with the recession looming, airlines had been laying off more and more pilots, which in turn went north and took all the arctic flights, which used to be a staple for young pilots to get experience. So I stared down the barrel of spending close to $50,000 for full, private sector, training in flying both helicopters and planes, and had to reevaluate what I was doing, and how I would obtain this.
As much as I wanted to protect people, I never thought the military was a right fit for me -- I'm not a warrior, but I could fight for what I believe in, I want to protect. Then in my current job, a passing reference on the radio sparked a flow of ideas, and everything became clear.
I would join the RCMP.
I'm a pretty straight laced guy, I like to have fun, but not at expense of the law. I've always had a desire to travel and protect people, and have a career that I can be proud of and that would make a difference in people's lives, not just my own. Beyond that, I could take Marine patrol later on in my career and fly helicopter patrol, or sail boat patrol. I could make that difference.
So I worked hard, kept on working out (but kicked it up a notch) kept working my government job, studied everything I could about the law (I have the criminal code of Canada near memorized -- there's some hilarious stuff in there, ask me about it some time). Last April I went for my testing,
and passed.
So now, I'm in constant training for my career, but once again I'm staring down the barrel of financial output -- for corrective vision surgery. It's amazing how that haunts me. Thankfully, by November I will likely have enough for my surgery, which puts a 6 month waiting period on my application before I can continue on with the next step.
So all this in my life, and I've only just turned 22. They say it's the times of suffering that really temper us into who we will become, it is only in the times without that we truly appreciate what he have and grow as people. Having been to hell and back, I'm inclined to agree. And I did it all with a smile on my face.
So in some ways, everything turned out alright, I suppose. Through working hard I found my direction, my calling. Do I want to go back and finish my degree? Yes, once I get some money I'd love to finish that half semester and get a degree, just as another obstacle to overcome. But I guess the real point of this post was to show you, you may not know what you're doing yet, or you may not have found you calling, but given a bit of time and hard work you'll figure things out. So don't stress over the little things, in the grand scheme of things they are just stepping stones to making you a better person.
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Sorry about that. >_>. I hope it's interesting to whoever reads it. If anything, I just hope that you can learn from my mistakes(?).