Had dinner again last night with my dad’s friend, an engineer. When he found out I wanted to do engineering, he gave a very LONG talk on why I shouldn’t do it. Throughout the whole dinner, he was trying to convince me not to and if I really wanted to, it would be the last option in my application. He said that engineers have no future and will always be under loads of pressure and always earn less than the accountants. I, being who I am, kept trying to find examples of ’successful’ engineers to question his theory, opinion or whatever you call it.
(My parents and I have been debating this whole year .)
Being famous for my stubborness and rigidity, I still kept insisting on doing engineering. After the uncle left, I voiced out my own thoughts because I had to pretend to be polite. Ugh.
‘In the future, when you don’t get a job or if your job’s very tough and you earn very little, don’t complain. People have experienced this before and you still don’t want to listen.’ My dad said that in a very spiteful voice. Sometimes I wonder how my parents can be so double standar-ed. They teach me to never take the easy way out, to face challenges. But here they are, showing me otherwise.
Finally when I still wanted my way, my mum was like ‘okay lar, we’ll support you no matter what.’ Right. Great support. I just wanted to cry right there and then. It’s like if you knew engineering was never going to be an option for me, why did you let me do be in the science stream in the first place? Just force me into the arts stream right from the beginning! I feel like they’ve been playing with me all along, dangling that juicy bone right in front of me, making me chase round and round for it. And now they are going to reel the line in and throw it away. They made me like something which would be irrelevant for the future they wanted me to have, giving me false hope and in the end they take everything I liked away.
Random: When I can’t have something that won’t belong to me, I’d rather let it go earlier.
If I end up really doing engineering and not earn enough to support myself, I’ll just go marry an accountant. Whatev. *rolls eyes*
