–Judy Hopps, first rabbit cop (Zootopia)
Unlike Zaram in her post here, when I was younger, I was one of the few people that had absolutely no idea what to “become in the future”. I ended up studying the course I did because it was suggested by an intuitive neighbour who thought I’d excel better at the discipline than any other. I was so clueless about passion and aspirations, that after my secondary school certificate examination, initially when unsupervised, I applied to study Physiotherapy in the university with no enhanced knowledge of the course asides what I had seen on TV series. I knew it was affiliated to medicine, and I knew the profession had to do with hospital kinda. To be honest I think that was even all I knew about it. And back then I was so against drugs, medications and hospitals. Even till now, I’ll rather just let the headache wade off without the use of any drug. But I still applied for Physiotherapy and I have no idea why.
It was especially funny to my mother because she feels I’m the narrowminded, self centered, self indulgent, self interested, self this, self that, all about self self self child she has. So she’d ask me how I intend to do hospital work when everything about hospital work involves catering for others. And this hurts me because I think she confuses my living in solitude and being mostly withdrawn from people and things, with being selfish. It doesn’t help that I have wild and selfless extroverts as siblings though. My sister is that type that would spot you, wriggle her nose, and rush to knowingly invade your space because she wants to help pop the pimple on your face. She will slap your hands away if you try to stop her. If you meet someone like that, it’s probably her, so just…sigh…just allow her do her thing and then run far away. Don’t run before it gets done because she’ll only chase you and she’ll catch you. And she’s on the big side so she might even sit on you and get on with the popping anyway. Growing up with people like that makes it appear as though there’s something flawed about my pronounced lack of involvement.
My father didn’t probe me about my Course choice. He just inquired if I was sure about it, and when I affirmed it, he let it go. It was his boss, whom my family had gotten close with for over 10years, that was appalled by my choice and called me up. I was supposed to sit up, sit down, sit well and think about what I wanted to read in the University that did not have Physio or therapy in the title. He didn’t want to hear about it, not with the kind of results I left secondary school with. My result was one of the good ones in my set and I wasn’t going to make it a trifling grade by opting for an unbefitting discipline. He didn’t really put it that way, but you could tell from his concern and demeanor that he meant it in exactly that manner. But that my neighbour, nooooo, she couldn’t have been any more blunt than anyone could be. She strongly believed I was making a wrong choice and it was up to her to avert it. Like stop me from putting myself in future career jeopardy. The push to change the application wasn’t even from my uncle Boss, even though he had major influence on me and could have made me change my mind by simply saying “Change your mind”, but my neighbour that took it upon herself to correct my career ignorance.
That woman, an insightful and perceptive somebody. Academically sound and well read. I always did trust her judgement on all matters relating school and books. So when she was disappointed about my chosen course, I was disappointed too. We had to run through courses she thought was best suited for me. While you guys knew intuitively what you were passionate about and how you’d want to grow as an adult doing that, I went through pros and cons to find out about mine. She tried to make it seem like my choice by running over subjects i exceled at and making practical discussions on various disciplines.
5+ years later, after graduation, I know there couldn’t have been a better choice. Thank God for her wisdom. She moved to a different apartment right after my admission and I’ve barely heard from her again. 😦
After having bagged my first degree 2.5years ago, I’m back to thinking about taking this education thing a little further, by proceeding for a masters. Honestly I’ve thought and thought, now more than a year, and I know now that it’s something I really want to do. A masters in Operation Research (or Management Science). And I need help, in so many areas especially clarity and sound judgement (and sponsorship). I know my passion and strengths and I’m a lot wiser than I used to be on education matters, but a little part of me still feels someone knows me better and Operation Research might just be another Physiotherapy. Not long ago I only just started making my research on school choices, favorable/feasible/obtainable requirements, and scholarship programs, GRE, IELTS tests and whatnot, so I know I’m late on thinking of an admission this year.
But there’s this other thing called hope that’s common among humans, right?