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When asked what I wanted to do later as a kid, I was weirdly enough unable to answer… No nurse, fireman, teacher or vet, as far as I can remember, I never could answer this blooming question.

And that did worry me! My sister went from suggestion to suggestion: “rich” (3 years old), dog-handler (12), social worker (15), psychologist (20) and me, still nothing. I scoured the information centres aimed at young people from secondary school to high school, tired out the careers advisers, took hundred of tests, which all sent me back to the same incoherence: utter anguish!

I thus engaged on the scientific path that allowed me to do anything afterwards but I was still torn: I had something of an artistic spirit and still my right brain was operational; difficult to choose between the two. When I told my friends of première S that I may be tempted by artistic studies, everybody laughed, no but really!! No entertainers on the benches of maths classes, what an idea… I packed up my dreams again and eventually decided upon following a wiser path: I was going to be an engineer, yes, I mighty believed it.

It was only once in “math sup PCSI” (physics, chemistry, engineering sciences) that I understood how painful it was: even though I was doing rather well, I knew deep inside that I wasn’t made for that (without knowing anything more about my real desires for all that, aaaaaahh). So I left this prestigious and very unencumbered path and I really chilled for long months to know how to bridge the gap between my artistic desires and my scientific mind.

Architecture then became obvious! It was settled, I was going to be an architect, but why, of course I was! So I applied to all the schools in Paris and let’s see, for the fun of interior architecture too, and off with you I sent a registration form to the école Boulle. It was there that my high school determination to go to math sup was rewarded in the end: with the academic report I had prepared, I was accepted everywhere and when I had to gather praising views on my work, my former teachers wrote reams about it, yeahhh :D

A few months later, without really believing in it, there I was, accepted in the école Boulle. And I finally found my path: nothing then seemed to be work because I liked everything. I never went down for a break, compared to my former studies, I already felt like I was taking a break!!

I spent 5 years in this school, where I ended up doing a lot more than interior architecture: communication, object designing, a bit of semiology, events planning, graphic design… After I graduated in Applied arts, I was directly hired by l’oréal as a project leader in merchandising. I was really proud and I could eventually put a name on what I was doing in life. People even had knowing looks when I told them my profession.

And then, after a year, I realized that I had done the same mistake as in math sup again: choosing the royal path where I was not necessarily enjoying myself, unencumbered, in which I could look ahead for 10, 20 years! And I got scared… I left.

I wandered a little for a year and now I’m working half in an agency, half free lance. I still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. By the way, if you ask me today what I do for a living, I’ll answer ‘eeeer, lots of stuff, it depends…”

Except that I chose this deliberate vagueness! I like not knowing what I will be doing in 1, 2 years, instead of stressing me out, it opens up the possibilities and I really like it. It really gives me wings…

So now I have my answer, at last: I don’t know, and I don’t want to know!

* Why this entrance? Well, because I receive a looooot of mails from lost students who don’t know what to do to go in for a career… I hope this will help :)

Translated by ♥ Nelly Simard ♥