then i'm through with you

to all those who somehow work for my mother,

i am no longer a child.

while my decisions may not seem rational to you, they make sense inside my skull and, thus, go. do not ask me why medicine is not for me; just trust that i know it isn't.

please stop assuming that i will be a doctor. i will not be taking my third quarter of organic chemistry. i will not be taking the mcats. i will not be applying to medical school and i will not be attending medical school.

if you feel that i am making a mistake, please keep this to yourself. if you feel that you can aid me in my realization of my ideal profession, please leave. if you feel that i may just be lazy and not want to persue my "chosen" career because of the future work load, then you do not know me.




now, if only i could really say this. scream it from atop the couch on the porch to all that live near. if only i could somehow convince my mother that i am not twelve anymore and know myself more than i did in my adolescence. if only i could shine her on and go about my way without worrying that she might be right. if only.