The other night my dad asked me what I was thinking about for my future. My first thought is “Why the HECK do I have to know something will determine the REST of my life when I’m 17 years old?” I understand I don’t have to declare a major just yet, but honestly I don’t know how I’m going to a year from now either.
My dad knows of my love
obsession for television shows and movies and basically told me that he was not going to pay for me to major in Journalism, Film Studies, or basically anything that has to do with what I want to do. How can he do that? Aren’t parents supposed to be supportive of their children’s dreams? I can’t comprehend why he would rather me get a job working a government job having something to do with German, being absolutely miserable, rather than doing what I’m passionate about? Money does not matter to me, but happiness does. Growing up and watching my parents has made me strive to be the very opposite of them. I don’t want to “play it safe” with my job and be a miserable person that dreads going to work. I want to look forward to working everyday. I don’t know exactly what I want to do, but I know I want to write or do something with television production/writing or anything along those lines. I know I can do it if I set my mind to it so why am I doubting myself now? My dad should be encouraging me to follow my dreams, not putting them down.