During orientation week while I was studying in Australia, my uni threw a ‘When I Grow Up’ party. I had only been on campus for about a week and didn’t have any costume so I dressed as the next best thing… a zebra. Yes, and you thought your dreams were hard; try becoming an entirely different species.
Luckily, one of the other girls I came with dressed as a safari explorer (completely by coincidence) so it almost seemed like it was planned.
I was able to borrow our friend, Mumma Bri’s taxi that she made so then I upgraded to a taxi driving zebra… dream big. I lost the taxi on the the dancefloor (oops) and the next day we found one of the wheels near the engineering building with the smashed taxi nearby (double oops). As it turns out: zebras can’t drive (who knew?). Thankfully, Mumma Bri was a good sport about it and wasn’t even mad (best house mother ever).
After returning to the U.S., I became more confident and sure about my career goals so I’m happy to announce that being a zebra (taxi driver) is no longer part of the plan.