Careers advice
Nov. 26th, 2002 05:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenI don't think I'm going to inflict a huge update on the unsuspecting world, at least not tonight.
My mother wants me to start revising for my mocks now. I take her point, as I probably won't get anything done at Christmas, but still... I've never liked her attitude towards me. Her two great fears are complacency and writing.
In other words, she's terrified I'll become complacent, which is something I understand but don't like. She knows I've never screwed up an exam in my life, and yet she has no faith.
The other area in which she has no faith is my ability to make my own career choices. She's right to have no faith. I think she knows deep down that I won't be a doctor, can't be a doctor. I may be slightly scientific, but she knows and I know that that's not enough - to be a doctor you have to have a vocation, you have to want it more than anything else in the whole world. I'm not saying Pedar is dissatisfied, but he sometimes says that if he grew up like me, he would now be holed up somewhere teaching English Literature.
To go on, my mother's latest tack is to try and persaude me not to pay much attention to the careers guidance I'm given, because it's not trustworthy. This, in a perverse way, gives me hope. My careers advice and the aptitude test report thingit are not going to tell me I should think about medicine, they're going to tell my strengths lie in writing, and she knows it. If there were any chance they would tell me to be a doctor, she'd be all for it.
Anyway. Enough depressing stuff. M*A*S*H pilot tonight! Yayness!
My mother wants me to start revising for my mocks now. I take her point, as I probably won't get anything done at Christmas, but still... I've never liked her attitude towards me. Her two great fears are complacency and writing.
In other words, she's terrified I'll become complacent, which is something I understand but don't like. She knows I've never screwed up an exam in my life, and yet she has no faith.
The other area in which she has no faith is my ability to make my own career choices. She's right to have no faith. I think she knows deep down that I won't be a doctor, can't be a doctor. I may be slightly scientific, but she knows and I know that that's not enough - to be a doctor you have to have a vocation, you have to want it more than anything else in the whole world. I'm not saying Pedar is dissatisfied, but he sometimes says that if he grew up like me, he would now be holed up somewhere teaching English Literature.
To go on, my mother's latest tack is to try and persaude me not to pay much attention to the careers guidance I'm given, because it's not trustworthy. This, in a perverse way, gives me hope. My careers advice and the aptitude test report thingit are not going to tell me I should think about medicine, they're going to tell my strengths lie in writing, and she knows it. If there were any chance they would tell me to be a doctor, she'd be all for it.
Anyway. Enough depressing stuff. M*A*S*H pilot tonight! Yayness!
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on 2002-11-26 11:06 am (UTC)That I must watch...
what time is it?