30 Years

"Where do you see yourself in 30 years from now?"

That was the question from my Russian Language teacher. We came across this composition where a nephew found his deceased uncle's high school essay in which he was supposed to write what he thought would've happen 30 years later. His uncle wrote about himself getting married with his high school crush, working together, having two kids, etc.. Unfortunately, things did not turn out the way he wanted to as he was killed in WW II.

Anyway, let's get back to the topic.

As I have mentioned earlier, my teacher made us wrote essays in which we have to tell what we think would happen to us 30 years from now. As I held up my pen and started to write, I realised that I was stuck. I couldn't think of anything. My mind was blank.

10 minutes have passed, and I've only managed to write two lines, in Russian. Well, my Russian Language has never been that good, but even if I were to write it in English, the outcome would've been the same. 20 minutes later, I was still on the same line. Besides becoming a doctor and hopefully a specialist in Psychiatry, I couldn't think of anything more to write. Earn big bucks? Own big house(s) and BMWs?

Noticing that I haven't written much on the paper 30 minutes after she initially given us the task, my teacher knew I wasn't going to write any more. So she came to me and said:

"Now, why not you just put the pen down and we can do it verbally. I see that you haven't written much, and I don't think that you're going to write more even if I give you another hour."

At this moment, I panicked. I wasn't expecting this, but I knew I had no choice because I was the one who obviously seem to be not writing anything at all. So I put the pen down on my desk, looked at her, and gave a tiny smile. She looked at me, inhaled, and then proceeded to bombard me with tonnes of questions.

"Where do you see yourself in 30 years from now? Do you have plans to specialize? Do you have plans to own a hospital of your own? Do you want to own houses and cars? Will your parents be living with you? What about your own family, kids?"

Managed to answer all her questions with some corrections in my grammar. Overall, it was OK, though I wasn't quite sure if I'll be driving a BMW 5 series or a Perodua Kancil. Well, that and if I'm going to have a family of my own. I'm very fond of kids, and I do wish to have my own, but I wasn't quite sure about "the other half". Worse case scenario, adoption?

Then again, 2039 is still very, very far away. Right now, I have to concentrate on my studies, get my degree, hopefully survive the internship and specialize in something I'm really interested in. Then I'll start thinking of saving the first million Rupiah Ringgit, the dream home, dream car, and also, the family.