I like to listen. Since as far back as I can remember, that has been one of my special skill sets. I’m not a leader. I don’t find myself that charming, bursting at the seams with charisma, and I may have a way with words on the page but they’re slow to roll of my tongue. So I sit back, I listen, I think, and I advise. What I want to be is a drug abuse counselor, particularly one who focuses on teens and young adults. Drugs are a very real part of my life, though not directly so. Addiction cages so many of the people I once knew, it’s like something has switched off gravity in their world and they are just floating off into oblivion. I want to help make a tether for them, bring them back, and keep a hold of them. I don’t want to lose anyone. This has already become my amateur role when I am with my friends. I get them to open up, to help them down the right path. I enjoy helping people through their pain. But I guess even that needs a degree. So I decided to go to a community college and get through my prerequisites so I can go for a bachelors and eventually a masters in psychology at a 4 year university and still cut down my cost. Counseling may not be a billion dollar industry, but it is something I know I will feel fulfilled doing.