When I Grow Up

Attempt at dialogue. Just dialogue.

"I'm going to be a nurse when I grow up!"
"Not a doctor?"
"No, doctors are boys. Nurses are girls."
"Doctors can be girls, and they get paid better than nurses."
"I don't want to be a doctor, I don't want to be rich, I want to be a nurse."
"Okay sweetie."
"How do I start?"
"Well you've gotta wait for college and then you can go to medical school..."
"COLLEGE? That's so far away! I want to start now!"
"Honey, you're still very young. What if you change your mind?"
"I won't change my mind. I'm going to be a nurse."
"Okay, sweetie. Wait til you're older."

"I'm going to live at the farm when I grow up!"
"There's nothing to do at the farm. How will you make money?"
"I won't have to! I'll grow my own food."
"It's not very good land for growing vegetables."
"I'll do it! It'll work!"
"Okay honey, but don't set yourself up for disappointment."
"Let's learn to grow vegetables here so I can learn!"
"I really don't like gardening..."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease?"
"Maybe when you're older"

"I'm going to be an opera star when I grow up!"
"Opera careers are very competitive, sweetie."
"I love competition! I'm going to be in the opera!"
"They don't pay too well, you could be months without work."
"You know I don't want to be  rich snob like you."
"There is a lot of drug usage in the opera world because there's so much pressure and competition."
"I'll be an honest opera singer. Can I take voice lessons?"
"Those are expensive"
"You're rich, I'm pursuing my dreams."
"It won't be until about ten years after conservatory that your voice will mature enough for you to be able to perform."
"TEN YEARS?"
"Sorry dear. Still want to be in the opera?"

"I'm going to be a chef when I grow up."
"If you say so..."
"I'll move to San Francisco and own a restaurant and be the best chef in town!"
"San Francisco? With all the hippies? What are you going to make, pot brownies?"
"Stop being so judgmental! I'm going to make all sorts of foods, and they're going to love them!"
"Honey, you can't just make an 'all sorts of food' restaurant."
"Sure I can! How do I start?"
Well if you want to own a restaurant you'll probably need a business degree."
"Business? I hate business! Well... how long will it take?"
"Four years of undergrad and then two getting an MBA, plus however long you're in cullinary school..."
"So long? I wish there were something I could find and start now."

"You know what I'd love to be? A dancer."
"Like... a hip hop dancer?"
"No, like a ballerina."
"That's so much work."
"Everything you want to be good at is a ton of work."
"And it definitely doesn't pay well."
"I don't have to do it as a career, I just want to take ballet classes."
"Ballerinas get injured more than any other sort of athlete."
"Except for runners..."
"Are you sure you're into this? I think you're being a bit unreasonable."
"Yes, I'm sure. Where can I take classes?"
"You're too old to start ballet. If you wanted to be a ballerina, you should have figured that out years ago."

So yeah, that's the story of my life. Now I'm supposed to be figuring out a college major and... I don't have the slightest idea. Darn.