For some people, picking what they want to do in life comes naturally but for others it’s outright frustrating. How about your parents trying to pick what you should do for the rest of your life based on your traits? If I just sent chills down your spine, then we have something in common. It is really unfair to make an eighteen year old choose the way of life for the next oh fifty to sixty years. When my mom started trying to influence me on which college to go to and what my major should be, I … I really wanted to piss her off. As a result, I decided to attend University of Memphis and major in civil engineering. No, no I am not disgracing the U of M because I think it’s an all around academic school with a really great basketball team. Nevertheless, I had the chance to go to either of my dream schools: Georgia Tech and University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign.
I find that looking at history can answer many questions. Technically I’m an American because I was born in Memphis, but my heritage is Persian. Notice how I say Persian and not Iran, I don’t want the extra garbage of people asking do you think your leader this and that or whatever. So I’m Persian; and, that’s final. Persian people are very proud and elegant and also lazy (who isn’t and the Chinese don’t count). For some reason, having “Dr.” preceding their name or “Mohandis” (which is Farsi for Engineer) gives Persians a sense of accomplishment. However, my mom has a prejudice against engineers, mainly since she is one and so is her husband. She always complains that they are too many engineers in the family and not enough doctors, and then she gives me this look of oh my god I’m going to take you out of my will if you don’t become a orthopedic surgeon so I can prance around town and tell everyone my son is a surgeon. That really bothers me. Although she has a point that I learn by memorizing information better than working with theories and concepts, I still prefer engineering. I have to admit to that one. Another point that she keeps bringing up is my ability to comprehend material very easily without having to delve too much time into one subject. I hate myself now; truly I would make a great doctor. So that’s the million dollar question, why don’t I just become a doctor.
First of all, I don’t like blood. I might be able to get use to it, but come on who likes to cut other people and then sew them back together. If you think about it, medicine has not really changed. Well ok it’s changed but the basics are still there. The doctor cuts up the patient, takes out what the problem is, fixes the problem, and then puts everything back together like a puzzle. It’s a gruesome depiction but it gets the job done. Oh and I almost forgot to tell everyone about the guilt trap my mom tries to play on me by saying doctors help people so they are automatically going to heaven, which is really a naïve perspective.
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I know exactly how you feel. I made an almost perfect score on the math part of the ACT and I've taken some pretty tough math classes in high school, so when I chose to major in English and Communication, my parents were like WTF?!; nonetheless, they supported me. I just love grammar and analyzing things. But anyways, I just learned recently that life is never any fun when you don't do what YOU want to do. You're the one that is going to be whatever you want to be for the rest of your life, so why would someone else pick it?
I understand the whole controlling bit. Although my Mom has not yet told me what to be, she makes me do things she never did in high school or better yet college. I understand the want to go against them (trust me, why do you think I'm 6 hours from my parents) but I hope whatever you decide to be YOU like, no matter who else does or doesn't like it.
I can relate a little. my momma never tried to pressure me as far as what it is i study or do, but where i went to school. but i can't blame her. she warns against going to private christian schools because they cost too much (the 3 i would absolutely love to go to cost about $20-22k a year). another reason is prolly that she doesn't want me to leave her. i'm her fourth child out of 5. so, i can relate a little. that's funny though, going to memphis to spite your mom. haha.
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