High Expectations

Oh man, is it that time of the year again? Ever since I was twelve my parents have made me go to a career counsellor once a year to make sure I don’t want to adjust my career plan. Every time I tell them that I haven’t changed my mind but they never listen. Why can’t they just accept that I’m going to be the first person to play Australian football without legs? Yeah, I know there’s this whole wheelchair competition, but I’m not talking about that. I want to play the real thing at the top level. I’m going to play in the AFL Grand Final and win the medal for best on the ground, without actually touching the ground.

Whenever I go to career counselling near Melbourne we have a long talk about whether it’s a realistic goal or not, but I don’t care about that. It’s possible and that’s all that matters to me. I’ve checked the competition’s by-laws and there’s nothing preventing someone from playing in a wheelchair. I dominate my school’s competition, getting the most disposals every week (even if they are only handballs) and it’s not because everybody feels sorry for me. I’m genuinely the best player there!

I know that I should probably have a backup plan in case this doesn’t work out. That’s what I’m hoping to get out of my next session for student careers advice. Melbourne probably has plenty of jobs for people like me, but I don’t want to be like everyone else in a wheelchair. I want to be famous, for people to look up to me instead of down. But I suppose if I had to take a more traditional job, maybe I’d want to be an author or an artist. I guess that’s not a real career path either, though. All right, if I can’t become an AFL player or an artist of some kind, I guess I’ll go into science and become an astronaut.