Hello, parents! Let’s cut straight to the chase. (I hope this is the correct place to put it in.)
I’m more of a humanities person, and while I AM interested in nearly everything (I just think everything is cool), I don’t really want to major in science or math. I’ve leaned more towards the humanities (writing, specifically) since the fourth grade, and it’s something I’ve seriously thought about for my future job. I like doing things like NaNoWriMo, I’ve entered in the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards twice now, and it’s basically my whole life–for example, to procrastinate, I write. I also love history and studying how people lived, and I am OBSESSED with musicals and operas and plays and films and all of that, and if I had a singing bone in my body, then I would absolutely go that route. However, my parents have other ideas. They want me to have a good paying job, that is also stable, and science is the only way to go about it, and I understand that. My coursework for this semester (Calculus, Chemistry, AP Bio, Biotech, Psychology, Latin, Japanese, Creative Writing, and a light World History) has left me pulling my hair out, and I think I’m starting to dislike it now that they’re pushing me into the science field and not even just talking with me about my interests. They just continually talk about science, science, science, and I get that they want me to have a good life, but what’s a good life when you don’t necessarily love your work? But then they say that nobody loves their work, it’s just something to pay the bills. And it doesn’t help that my twin sister is going into the medical field and is really itching to go to Harvard, 'cause it’s easy to compare people when they come from the same family and are the same age.
I understand where they’re coming from, I really do, but I feel like I’m starting to resent it. Remember when I said that bit about fourth grade? Well, before, I wanted to be a chemist like Marie Curie. And then a geologist when we had our big geology unit. And then a marine biologist when I read this fiction book. And so, my mom is always asking why I changed, why didn’t I stay the science enthusiast that I was? What should I do? I thrive on honesty, so please tell me what you think as bluntly as you can.
Oh! Also, I’m in tenth grade, 16 (I have a late birthday) so I have some more time on my hands before college, and I am Taiwanese-American, if that helps… Should I use that time to get invested in science?