Not My PickĀ
This story pales in comparison to what anonymous went through, and I hope they’re currently doing well.
Throughout my academic career I never had the ability to choose where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. My parents had already predestined my faith to becoming a doctor.
They did everything in their power to keep me on track, and anytime I steered off the road that they paved, I felt an immense guilt. I couldnāt pursue anything outside of that.
They picked my high school since it was a block away from a hospital, and City Tech since it had one of the most prestigious nursing programs in the country.Ā
Growing up, I felt trapped. I still do. Even with the āfreedomsā I have. There are so many things I missed out on, and Iām trying to catch up while also trying to figure out what I exactly want to do with my life.
Which is part of the reason why Iām currently sparling. I donāt know where to start or how things will end up. No matter how many listsĀ I make. No matter how many plans Iāve made to map out my time in college.Ā
I want to know the answer to my plight, but I know the only way I’m going get it is by putting in my own work.
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