<p>So I am currently a Sophomore on her last quarter attending a UC. I basically lived my entire life to please my parents. Ever since elementary school, I would push myself to do my best and get A's so my parents would be happy and proud of me. During high school, I even went to as taking 5 AP classes at once plus an extracurricular council/club class and graduated at the top percentile of my class--just so my parents would be proud of me.</p>
<p>When it was time to apply for college, I applied as a Biology major under pressure from my dad--even though art was my true passion. Right after being accepted into this UC school as a Biology major, this art company offered to help me live my dreams and open doors to new opportunities... but of course I <em>didn't</em> because I have the self-confidence of a hermit crab and that would have made my parents angry.</p>
<p>Half way through freshman year, I suddenly realized I was bound to become one of the sad/depressed medical students who would become doctors because they were told so... so I finally stood up for myself and changed my major to Computer/Art.</p>
<p>Note that I do realize this is a huge jump, and many would argue that I foolishly picked "instability" over "stability" but please do try to understand that becoming a doctor is something I don't have a passion for. Would you want such a doctor looking over you as a patient? ...but I digress.</p>
<p>Fast forward a year and some months, and I realize I still haven't found what I want to be doing...and this major isn't really what I thought it would be. After stressing over it for several months, I told my mother, who told my father, and everything blew up yesterday over the phone. My father basically told me he really doesn't care what I pick as my major/career anymore because he doesn't give a **** since it's "your life, not mine". On top of that, he brought up the fact of how he wanted me to be a doctor, but because I "refused" to, I should pick whatever the hell I want because it doesn't concern him. My mother really didn't help much after that, 'cause she brought up how she felt I might be changing majors/careers for the next 8 years, piling on more student debt with no viable career, and... well you get the point.</p>
<p>Ever since the end of that phone call, I pretty much spent the entire day crying in bed. I don't think I've ever felt this crappy in my life before. As a girl who dedicated the last 19 years of her life in hopes of pleasing her parents and this happened... What's even worse is that out of 6 billion people on the planet, there was not a single person I could call to talk to afterwords...which explains why I'm turning to strangers on the Internet for help.</p>
<p>I feel like I just ruined my relationship with my family, killed my future, wasted time in college, and destined to live in a cardboard box in an alley way somewhere now (funny if you think I'm kidding). But I think no matter what--if I studied to become a doctor or not--it's a total lose-lose situation for me. It seems I can't make anybody happy. To be perfectly honest, I feel I may have been more useful to everybody dead with a hefty life insurance (plus all 4 my roommates would get A's this quarter).</p>
<p>But I digress. Sorry for the length of this post.
Feel free to not to post in a sympathetic light, because that's not what I'm looking for. I just need some answers. I just need anything.</p>