As of now I remember what my mother has been said: “Son, you have to get in university”.  „But, mum, I don’t know what I would like to study.” I answer being full with reflection. „Son, it isn’t important what are you studying. Only degree which you’ll get‘s important. Only this paper can provide resources in your future.” She was made me suspect, that my opinion anyway still is   rebel of teenager unseasoned. It doesn’t seem right, but as this notion for years has been following behind me, I had to accept it as the only truth. I hadn’t really good successes in high school, because as an active teenager I had a lot of more valuable things in that time – party, girls, friends. The goal was “a paper”, not brilliant content of it. Despite my success and E level in centralized examination of math, I automatically get entered in RTU program of budget. Of course, I was very happy about this achievement, but what’s next? I had to choose the program in which I would like to study. At that time I wanted something about machinery, cause at that time bikes had my youthful passion and when I was 15 I used to reassemble the motor of old Voshod in one hour. I asked to myself: “Should I go to the engineers of transport?” But it doesn’t match with theory of paper. There’s a lot of knowledge to acquire and these studies are certainly complex too. Ultimately, my only and correct view prevailed and I joined the Institute of Quality Management. To graduate it was the easiest and studies there weren’t something complicated. Despite two years of sabbatical leave, degree came to me. The happiness was great. So now I’ll be able to go to the expanse of career, earn big money and to all of previous physical work I’ll be able to wave farewell with wide swing.  There was only one reverse. I really didn’t want to be manager of quality, just thought about this profession depressed me. Just trying to imagine, that I sit at these endless mountains of paper and write reports of audit, killed me.

Anyway there wasn’t feeling that I know what I want to do in my life. If something came to mind it wasn’t consistent with beliefs of my childhood.