fake plastic trees

I once wanted to be a marine biologist. Well, not really, I wanted to be a dolphin trainer, specifically the kind that performs in the shows at aquariums and zoos and such. So, as the obnoxious child that I was, I made it a point to learn what type of degree would be needed to attain such a coveted position, so I could have an educated response to a question that is, in my opinion, asked far too much to children these days. I wonder if this process was unique to me, just being a weird kid, or if it could be found as consistent in my class? Growing up middle-class, there was always a lot of emphasis on higher education being a necessity in avoiding the life of our parents. Planning, sometimes for years and years in advance, was considered the norm as well. I feel as if this may be something that alters slightly between classes. Perhaps the lower class does not spend as much time planning and sorting out majors for careers, perhaps the upper class decides upon these things for children from a young age. As I am not a member of either of these classes (though, considering my income would probably define me differently) I cannot say for sure. Just a thought.
Since my long lost dreams of becoming a marine biologist (which, I should note, would still be really rad), I developed what I felt was a very rational and responsible career choice, being interior decorating. I find it interesting that I knew, even as a kid, that this goal was attainable, and if I told people that it was what I wanted to do from a young age, then actually ended up doing it, I was practically ahead of the game already. Being in middle-class suburbia tends to bring out these qualities in people. I think this is because of the constant state of sustainability that looms in the air. Loans, mortgages, yardwork, responsibility. That about sums it up, I'd say. Being middle-class is about being happy with where you are, and keeping it that way-or at least conveying that image to your neighbor with the better lawn. Nowadays, my ultimate goal is to end up (eventually) (hopefully) in some western european countryside with a group of friends or family (one that I start, not including my family that already exists, you couldn't pay me to live with them) on a self-sustaining farm where I can grow my own pot. Do I think this is attainable? Absolutely.