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I feel really depressed. Ever since I was little, my mother has taught me the importance of progressing to a high standard academically. I was also told that I would have her support in any career I chose (within reason). So, anyway, fast forward ten years and I decided to undertake a Law degree. Its a fairly conservative choice, but given the current economic climate, very competitive. I love my course and don't regret doing it, despite my worries about not finding a job afterwards.
My family did not like my decision to study law, but I continued nevertheless. Now, one year in, all I ever hear is how I'll never get a job in this profession, and how I'll never make any money. I hate the fact that my mother seems to be a hypocrite and I hate the fact that she has the audacity to say 'I told you so' and I hate the fact that ... she seems to be waiting for me to fail. How am I suposed to believe in myself if she doesn't believe in me?
I've tried to be reasonable, I've tried to placate my mother and her worries, I've tried to block out her constant digs at my self-esteem. Now I'm off to shed a private, quiet, tears in my room.
I feel really depressed. Ever since I was little, my mother has taught me the importance of progressing to a high standard academically. I was also told that I would have her support in any career I chose (within reason). So, anyway, fast forward ten years and I decided to undertake a Law degree. Its a fairly conservative choice, but given the current economic climate, very competitive. I love my course and don't regret doing it, despite my worries about not finding a job afterwards.
My family did not like my decision to study law, but I continued nevertheless. Now, one year in, all I ever hear is how I'll never get a job in this profession, and how I'll never make any money. I hate the fact that my mother seems to be a hypocrite and I hate the fact that she has the audacity to say 'I told you so' and I hate the fact that ... she seems to be waiting for me to fail. How am I suposed to believe in myself if she doesn't believe in me?
I've tried to be reasonable, I've tried to placate my mother and her worries, I've tried to block out her constant digs at my self-esteem. Now I'm off to shed a private, quiet, tears in my room.