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Thursday, May 31, 2001
so today was absolutely fascinating. well, no, but it was really clarifying. my mom has been after me to go to therapy for a while now, and after last night i finally said heck with it and agreed. one session, though. i guess mom was rather worried about my whole career crisis. i think i gained ground by giving in. it makes other demands look pushy, now. anyhow, so i went today to see this psychologist about my future. that sounds blammed funny. i want to substitute "prognosticator". it was really helpful, though. i've been having a lot of mental anguish about my difficulties in the education program. after our conversation, i realized i hadn't really wanted to go into education in the first place. i wanted to major in music. i love it, i'm good at it, and it's beautiful. i didn't really want to teach, though. other people suggested it, told me i'd be good at it, and generally encouraged me. my mother was very much in favour of it. she feels that i won't get a job unless i have a specific target with my major. she originally wanted me to get some sort of major that gave certification for a job. there just aren't many of those. my mom really wants me to be successful and cares about me. unfortunately, her definition of successful has a lot to do with money. she really wanted me to go into the sciences (my worst subject, or well, at any rate, i'm no good at labs) and pestered both debi and i with ambitions of pharmacy for years. pharmacy?? me? i think not. (meanwhile, i swear one of these days mom will open her eyes and realize that pushing me in one direction will get her results usually from the other direction) so the psychologist brought up some good points. 1) there isn't a high correlation between what you major in and what you do for a living. 2) there's always grad school. 3) if i'm doing what i want to be doing, then i'll have a better chance of success. 4) mom is probably objecting so highly because of anxiety for me. 5) i do know what i want, i just have to do the research to see what corresponds in the job market. wow. i know what i want. this is the first time that i've been told that and had it actually dawn on me. i do know where i want to be going.
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