My Dream Job

At the age of 19, I am now a fourth year college student. April is coming and that’s the time I’m going to get my diploma and tell the whole world, “Hey, I am no more a student! I am now a Nursing graduate!” And then at July, I’ll take the board exam and hopefully I’ll pass it so I can be a professional nurse.

After 4 years of hard work, sleepless nights, big eye bags, haggard days, happy-go-lucky moments, sleep-overs at friends’ house and crying times because of school, friends and love, I can’t believe I am going in front of a huge crowd getting my bachelor’s degree diploma. And in a few months, hopefully, I will get a job. But, you know what? I never imagine myself working in a hospital wearing white uniform and caring for people whom I don’t know. Well, I love taking take of people but nursing is not my dream job. It’s not my forte. And whenever I’m in the hospital, I don’t feel this is the right job for me. I am not happy.

Ever since a kid, Math is my favorite subject. My relatives always tell me, I’m the only Math Wizard in the family. Whenever I take IQ test, I’ve got superior grade in Math. That’s the reason why I tell myself I will become an accountant or an engineer. I set my mind with it. I imagine myself working in an office.

I was in third year high school when I told my mom I want to become an accountant. You want to know her response? She told me, “Anne, you can NEVER be a CERTIFIED PUBLIC ACCOUNTANT.” I was speechless. Every night I cry because I thought she’s going to support me with everything. She, my own mother, is the one who take away my last hope of getting my dream job. Until now, it hurts me and it makes me cry whenever I remember that.

Whenever I take admission exam, I always put Accountancy as my first choice of course and Nursing as my second choice because that’s what my Mom wants. I got accepted in a prestigious university in Manila and I became a part-scholar. I was allowed to take whatever bachelor’s degree I want. I was ecstatic because I thought my mom will let me choose what course I want to take. Here comes the enrollment, we were at the registrar and the staff asked us what course I’m going to enroll. I was going to say Accountancy when my mom interrupted me and told the staff “NURSING.” Her decision for my future.

Four years, I thought I’m going to love this course but still, my heart is for Math. I still want to be an accountant. I still imagine myself working in an office not in a hospital. I foresee myself wearing corporate attire not white uniform. I’m in front of the computer and computing the credits and liabilities of the corporation and not computing the IV regulation of the patient.

I’m still thankful for my mom for supporting me financially with my studies but if she just let make my own decisions for my own future, maybe I am happy now. 😦

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