My ultimate dream (so far because I change my mind a lot) is to be an embalmer. I get lots of different reactions from that little tidbit of information. I feel as though people tend to judge me as soon as I tell them. When I think mortuary science, I picture my very own funeral home, sweet music coming from the embalming room, and long strolls through the cemetery. Those are some highlights of being a mortician. When I tell people, I bet they imagine bloody and dismembered bodies, tools like weaponry, and a mortician in a lab coat with a maniacal laugh. They confuse my future profession as a civilized mortician with a mad scientist that has turned from the good side to murder innocent victims who just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. As fun as that may sound, there isn't a decent income for mad genius murderers and colleges don't give degrees for that either.
Almost every person asks me why I want to be in that profession. There's not really one specific thing. Maybe because I can't really think of any other thing that I would be good at? Or maybe because it doesn't scare me? Or maybe it's because I have a plan of attack when zombies begin their invasion so I can be the first to sound the alarm! Just kidding. Seriously, though, I want to be an embalmer because I know it's important. I remember staring at classmate almost unbelieving that he was actually dead. There he was. He didn't look like he was alive or sleeping. I knew he was not coming back. I have done that several more times since then. It's an important part of the grieving process. I feel so awful for the friends and family of the deceased. I wish I could fix everything so people don't have to feel such despair as they part with their beloved friend, brother, daughter, mother, or whoever that person may have been. The problem is that I can't fix it so I want to help make things just a little easier for them. That's the reason I want to be an embalmer.
Plus, I love the look on people's faces when I tell them what my major is.
