Intros - Part 5 of 7: Making Change
I went all the way from wanting to get a degree in medicine to actually getting a language degree.
Originally I had wanted to get a degree in nursing. And I underwent a lot of the things that medicine students do. I went to volunteer in the children's and neonatal units. I shadowed in Emergency Room units. I was even in a medical recruitment program for high school students where I won third place for a medical essay I wrote. But, when I came down to it, I still had my sights set on something else. I seemed to always spend a lot of time with computers, and my webpages. In fact, even when I was involved in helping out in our nursing program, I took on a computer tech support position in the nursing college. Pretty soon it became clear even to my advisor that I had my heart set on something else. I couldn't lie, and she knew I had stronger interests and skills elsewhere. I guess it was sort of a blessing in disguise, but a disappointment when I applied for entry into college of nursing and I didn't get admitted. My advisor was probably on the committee. But it was a blow to my Dad who had his sights set on my medical profession. All three of us talked for a while in a meeting, and my advisor was sort of a vocal advocate for my silent protest that my talents were elsewhere.
Eventually, I did jump into computer science head first with optimism. And my Dad backed me for a while with an agreement that as long as I did well in my first class, I should go for it. We both knew my math skills weren't that great. And all went smoothly. But eventually, reality set in... Bad grades again. Family issues. Time commitments.
I was immature in my study skills at the time. And so it's best not to look back too much, but I'm sure I could have
did both fields well if I had focused harder.
So many commitments started pulling me in so many directions that I tried to be a superhero and pull all nighters every night and workout during the day and still have my cake and eat it too. But this just made me all the more tired to do anything and quite frankly, I needed money and a job.










It sounds like both you and your dad came to the realization that you can not let someone realize their dreams by taking them on for yourself. We are individuals in many ways. Hopes, desires, dreams, and skills are as well.
I'm glad your dad was willing to support you in your change of direction toward what (it sounds like) was the better path for you.
Let me also applaud you for some major admissions. Few people can admit to others, let alone themselves, when they've taken on too much or when they're doing things to harm themselves. At least you came to those realizations early on so that the right types of changes could be made.