Fuckin'...
Oct. 20th, 2003 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksAfter holding in my thoughts about nursing school and my future plans for the last two weeks from mom I decided to spill the beans (after posting the LJ entry - heh, guess it's therapeutic).
And, of course, was met with "You should have known what you wanted to do since before you enrolled in Brown/you just rushed into psychology without thinking about the job market/you're a short-seeing dolt/blah blah blah".
I was obligated to tell her of my plans, yes, since she has taken the financial brunt of my education, but STILL. Don't parents think? Hells, don't people think?? I've had those same thoughts running through my head since JUNIOR YEAR. I'm constantly berating myself. The last thing I need is for anyone to tell me these things again. To be honest, she did manage to rein in any overriding anger she may have had and listened to all of my plans (like pick-up sticks stacked precariously they are). But still *sigh*. I asked her to refrain from telling any of my relatives (except my dad, of course - he's easier to deal with) about my plans because I just know I'll hear her speech repeated to me over and over again in different tones. Fuckin' family. They're still pestering me about my lack of a job. Fuckin'. Damn. Fuckity fuck.
And, of course, was met with "You should have known what you wanted to do since before you enrolled in Brown/you just rushed into psychology without thinking about the job market/you're a short-seeing dolt/blah blah blah".
I was obligated to tell her of my plans, yes, since she has taken the financial brunt of my education, but STILL. Don't parents think? Hells, don't people think?? I've had those same thoughts running through my head since JUNIOR YEAR. I'm constantly berating myself. The last thing I need is for anyone to tell me these things again. To be honest, she did manage to rein in any overriding anger she may have had and listened to all of my plans (like pick-up sticks stacked precariously they are). But still *sigh*. I asked her to refrain from telling any of my relatives (except my dad, of course - he's easier to deal with) about my plans because I just know I'll hear her speech repeated to me over and over again in different tones. Fuckin' family. They're still pestering me about my lack of a job. Fuckin'. Damn. Fuckity fuck.
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Date: 2003-10-21 03:50 pm (UTC)Your family nags, of course, because they care, but since none of them are, to my knowledge, you (insert scene from "Psycho:" Fredericks puts on wig and nags herself), they can't really say anything about a life decision such as this. It's not self-destructive or wrong, it's just you figuring out what to do with your life. The pressure can do nothing but hurt.
Now, I'd not fret all too much over your degree. It's a degree from Brown- it could be in Art History or Spatula Appreciation or even Journalism for all many people will care. You'll never go hungry with a Brown degree.
This is a huge decision. It's only natural that it'll take some time. I'd advise letting your family see that you're doing something, and make sure that you're not getting bogged down and spinning your wheels. Also, try and buy a fuischa business suit if you can. That way, your family and potential employers will be too distracted by your attire to notice the details.