This is a lot of reminiscing, and hopefully some guidance for young people who read this blog.
I think I am a Science guy, and became IT/Finance guy in my 50’s.
I loved Chemistry, specially Organic Chemistry, Benzene Rings and all that. By the age of 14 (O/L) I wanted to be a Chemical Oceanographer. I had a cousin (Ranjan Perumal) who was one of the early divers in SL. Arthur C Clarke and Mike Wilson (Siva Kalki) were some of the first modern divers in Sri Lanka. Mike Wilson became a hermit, my cousin Ranjan is an Evangelical Pastor, in my opinion a real Christian (or people person).
Anyway, back to Science and English Literature. In year 8 (age 12) we had to chose between Science and Arts. For O/L (year 9 and 10 in 70’s) we had to do 8 subjects. English, Sinhala/Tamil, Math and Divinity (religion). The smart Buddhists and Hindus did non RC (Roman Catholic) Christianity. It was easy, almost like Geography/History. No necessity to remember stanzas.
So for O/L (age 14) my optional subject was English Lit. I did Macbeth, Emma (Jane Austen) and some book of poetry. Vaguely recall John Dunne (?) and Ozymandias. Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, I had read a few years before bcos my father had it on his bookshelf.
To be honest Shakespeare did not rock my boat, possibly bcos my father liked it too much. Emma was not OK either, though a few years later I read Pride and Prejudice and liked it.
Vanity Fair by Thackeray (?), Moonstone by Wilkie Collins.
The punch line, I was an alcoholic/heavy smoker by the age of 12-14. I worked around my Protestant work ethic parents.
Photo below, I am the guy in the middle with the big grin, probably when I was 22. My classmate on right of me in photo Lakshan Amarasinghe (RIP), long dead (1998). On left of me Dayananda Kapuduwa. A another drinking pal. In the US married to an First American. He paid for 3 of my US Grad Uni Application fees (about USD 25 in 1987). And the other 3 applications by my maternal cousin, Ranjans Sister.
I was not much different in size/looks when I got into the US. The Uni guys were cool, but not at my level of alcoholism. So hooked up with some eastern Long Island red necks. Greg Linka, Jim, Kevin, Isaiah Brown (the Jamaican guy), give a shout if you see this. I would drink these six footers under the table. Then I lost funding and stopped drinking for 10 years.
Anyways, there has to be some moral to the whole story.
a) a goal in life, and the goals can change
b) A privileged background. Many/somebody to step in and help upto a reasonable screw up. More important than a)