Remember when I said that a friend of mine quit medical school?
Well, she came back. Then, she almost left again. It has been a swinging pendulum ever since. Sure, hearing her issues was tiresome but once we had a long talk at 1am on Wednesday night, since we roomed together in Segamat, I understand her situation better. The poor thing has two options: go to UK and do architecture or stay here and continue medicine. She wants to stay but at the same time, doesn’t mind going for architecture. Her parents would rather have her do architecture because it would mean less stress for her future and because, in her words, “they don’t have faith that she will ever specialise.”
Now, that sucks.
My parents have always been supportive of whatever I wanted to do. I just don’t understand parents which aren’t. My friend worked hard to get into the course but they don’t seem to care about that. Her father wants her to do architecture because it’s his dream. While my friend doesn’t mind it, she doesn’t want it. Now, they’re giving her a hard time at home because she wants to stay.
It’s not a nice place to be in, I’m sure.. having your parents not support your dreams. If I were to ever have kids (highly unlikely because I’m resigned to being a spinster with 20 dogs), I would support their dreams as long as it’s not a crazy choice, like being a drug dealer or assassin. I get that they want what’s best for her but still, forcing her into something she doesn’t want does not solve her problem. She may end up resenting them forever.
Then again, I don’t know all the details. I’m only listening to one side of the story.