The last year of high school really is quite stressful, when you have no idea what you're going to do once it's over. I'm on the fence, yet again, weighing my slim options. Journalism? Nursing? ...Journalism? ...Nursing? Ellie continues to inform me that I do not need to actually pick my major until my second year... but still. How did it end up like this? I was the one in my class that knew what I wanted to do before everyone else and now, six months before we graduate, I have absolutely no direction.
No money. No plan. No direction.
I told my parents I was thinking about going to Central Michigan University to study journalism. Mom told me it was my decision; a hidden look of disappointment was in her eyes. Dad basically flat out told me he didn't think it was a good idea. It's painful when your parents don't trust you to make an important decision about life. He wanted to have a "heart to heart" talk, which always consists of his own heart speaking. When I put in my heart, it's just "attitude."
Mom later told me it was because he doesn't want me moving away. I'm his little girl, and he wants me close by. Ellie told me he will eventually have to let go, just as her dad did. That makes me feel even worse.
Central Michigan for journalism?
Lansing Community College for nursing?
Michigan State University?
I wish I didn't have to pick.
--
Maybe light a candle
Don't say a prayer for me
Feel alone
Cause I'm gone
I left you
Make Christmas your own
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