I've found it disturbing that more and more people are trying for professional schools (law, medicine, etc). While it is true that we don't have enough doctors, it's more the fact that most people leave to large cities for a better career. Within this I've found that there is a distinct problem with parents--specifically those within my family.
I'm graduating this year from university. The original plan was for me to go to medical school, but I've found that my interests lie in a more...fashion design direction. I think that I'm capable enough (( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/C
Considering how much medical school will cost and the years that will be spent there, doesn't it make more sense to go into fashion design, something I'm more interested in? I've always been better when it comes to hands on work and creative thought. I've been sketching since the beginning of high school, creating clothes that I'd like my characters to wear.
And yet I am not allowed to try to pursue the life I want to live. Compared to what they want, that life it will be easier and more enjoyable. I would be happy. But my parents are more interested in me having a comfortable life.
Do my desires and dreams mean nothing?
- Mood:
depressed
Even more so when they're in November and your professor forgot about it until the week before. Plus, it's Nano. And I haven't even started yet. I'm already behind~. ;-; And the Nano website isn't working. And I haven't studied for the midterm my prof forgot about, which is...oh...inn two days.
Someone shoot me.
I need to start posting here more often.
I'm going to pay attention to what's going on in class now...
- Mood:
bored
1. My brain -- Totally dead. I don't know what to do with it. I have two essays to write and a lab exam that I want to get better on than I usually do, and then it goes and craps out on me.
2. My computer -- Twice. Damn it. Ate up parts of stuff that I wrote a while ago and forgot to save. I want to kill this thing.
3. My knee -- Damn it, I have dance 3 times a week and a recital on Friday. I didn't need my knee to crap out on me now. But no. It starts hurting and it won't stop. Damn thing.
4. My Nano -- This has a little to do with the first thing, my brain crapping out. I don't know what to write anymore. Iylos and Leigh are being asses, Vaan annoying, Lu is doubly annoying, mostly because all of her character interaction is with Iylos, who is being an ass. And Nine...well, she's surrounded by asses who won't work with her the way I want them to.
- Mood:Pissed
Anyway...I think that I have led myself to be completely and utterly screwed. The neuro practical has come up a lot faster than I thought it would. But the essays I want to finish tonight, plus the mini-recital I get to prepare for, plus the semi that I may or may not be going to...
I wanna stop time now. T_T Maybe if I stayed up all of tonight and tomorrow, I might be able to finish the essays and get through half of the anat stuff. Then I can spend Sunday on anat, again, and go into the lab for three wonderful hours of looking at brains.
O-O
I did say that I was totally, completely screwed already, right?
- Mood:screwed