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 neighbor who thought I’d excel better at the discipline than any other.
Initially when unsupervised, I was so clueless about passion and aspirations that after my secondary school certificate examination, I applied to study Physiotherapy in the university. This was with no enhanced knowledge of the course asides what I had seen on TV series.
I knew it was affiliated to medicine, and also that the profession had to do with hospital sort of.
To be honest I think that was even all I knew about it. And back then I was so against drugs, medications and hospitals. 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.
This was especially funny to my mother because she feels I’m the narrow-minded, self centered, self indulgent, 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. She confuses my living in solitude and being mostly withdrawn from people and things, with being selfish.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. 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 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 10 years, that was appalled by my choice and called me up. I was supposed to sit up, sit down and think about the course I wanted to study that did not have Physio 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 unfitting 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 neighbor couldn’t have been any more blunt. 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. He could have made me change the course simply saying “Change the course”, but my neighbor that took it upon herself to correct my career ignorance.
She is an insightful and perceptive somebody, that woman,. 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 being 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 excelled at and making practical discussions on various disciplines. Thank God for her wisdom. She moved to a different apartment right after my admission so it’s been almost ten years since I heard from her again.