I'd have to agree with Ty here. Do what you like doing. My parents practically guilted me into going to Chemistry. Eventually I switched to Biology 'cause mom was like: "Well, if you don't want to be a Pharmacist like I told you to, be a doctor." Of course, when she found out what kind of doctor I wanted to be, she freaked out--But that's a different story.
Just do what you feel comfortable with. There's really nothing worse than feeling like an out-of-place puzzle trying to be put into the wrong spot.
What kind of doctor merits a freak out? Dr. Mengele? Anyway, thirded on "do what you like doing." But still, you should do cog sci. I need fodder for my future profzi scheme.
Forensic Pathologist. Mother does not like the idea of me being 33 and cutting away into a dead body. "You'll forever be alone. No one would want to talk to you. You'd smell like dead bodies. I WANT GRANDCHILDREN!"
And Cog. Sci does sound interesting. When given the chance, I shall have to find a good class. :3
^^I hope you like quote mines, Dumpling :-)
Hahahaha! Sure. My parental figures are full of interesting quotes. Oh hey. I got an award. I should check RWW more often. And...I have a penis size?
You're a woman, which is why it's blank :-)
I kid, I kid. That was Nx's doing.
Ooooh... Then I have a very small e-penis. .............. Typing that felt weird.
Wasn't it a doctor of marine biology or something? Sorry for interrupting... back to my hole.
Haha. I don't mind. ^u^ And no. As much as I'd love to be a Marine Biologist, I'd end up eating them (The fishies). o___o...I had sushi tonight. Oh god, it was delicious. Ha. Random. But yeah, I've actually always wanted to be a Forensic Pathologist. (But then again, I've wanted to be a lot of things, singer/actor/assassin included.)
Yes, do come out of your hole...
I hope you didn't decide to be a Forensic Pathologist just so you wouldn't eat the expiraments.
I like the Blue. :3
And...-cough- Nooooooooooo. Hahahaha. There will be no eating of the dead bodies. XD I may look like a zombie, but I am not.
How do you even learn it? Do you persuade daddy frog to kill mommy frog for the inheritance, and then as the exam have to work out which poison it was?
Hahaha. Nooo silly Peter~ You kill them yourself and blame the French for they had a shortage of frog legs and take all the money. Of course! ... No. I'm kidding. Anyways, In total, it'd be about 10-13 years of school. Besides the Undergraduate years, you had med school, then residency, then an additional year of pathology specializing, and then another additional year for forensic pathology specialization (getting to actually deal with the government and all these murder crime stuff).
And you're up for 13 years of hiding in your hoody?
I honestly can't see why your mum would panic about you being able to ruin people's CSI watching at will.
That's why I'm taking a semester off to work at a hospital and see if I'm really up for it. (Mum also freaked when I did this, but hey---I'm paying for my education. Soooo~ Whatevs.)
Heh. Because. 1. It's dead people. 2. I'm a 'girl', "What are people going to think about this!?" 3. 13 years wasted on my youth. 4. "Pharmacy is better. Only 6 years! And it's a respectable job." 5. "WHAT IF YOU GET CAUGHT UP WITH A MAFIA BODY AND THE MAFIA TRY TO THREATEN YOU TO COVER UP MURDERS FOR THEM OR ELSE AND YOU'RE TRYING TO BE A GOOD PERSON AND TELL THE TRUTH BUT IN THE END I GET A POLICE AT MY DOORSTEP TELLING ME MY DAUGHTER WHEN TO MED SCHOOL TO END UP ON A FORENSICS TABLE INSTEAD!"
....Ah. My life.
Ahah, my mom lucked out. All her sons chose "safe" professions. By the time we're done with college, she'll have an economist, a doctor, and an accountant for sons :-D
Aww~ ^u^ That's nice! Just don't tell my mother that. My brother is graduating high school this year and wants to build robots. Mom thinks that's a bit strange too.
"Why? You don't like people?"
Me: "Nope. He's going to make cyborgs."
Mom: "WHAT!? NO!"
Victor: "...I'll build my own wife, and dammit she'll make me a sandwich."
Mom: "........One child wants to live with the dead. The other wants to have a robot wife. Why?"
Ah. We love messing with our mother.
The only two I could think of were abortionist and doctor-without-borders.
"Dumpling, guerrilla abortionist" has a nice ring to it.
Haha. Strangely enough. It does. A small Asian girl with a cheerful smile comes up to you and shakes your hand. "Greetings! The name's Dumpling. Guerilla abortionist. Pleasure to be of acquaintance!" And of course I'd say this in the most pleasant way possible.
I'm a little bit jealous of you guys, because if I didn't have to worry about making a living, I'd be a writer. Of fiction, nonfiction, anything; I fucking love writing.
As it is, I settled on accounting. And before you think I'm selling out my dreams, there are actually two reasons I settled on accounting: Firstly, I, bizarrely, enjoy office work. My first and only paying job was at the county elections office during the 2008 Presidential election, and I fell in love with organizing things and filling out paperwork. I could lose myself in the glorious tediousness of it all. (Yes, I am weird.) Unfortunately, secretarial work doesn't pay very much, but accounting is basically office work with a four-year degree. Which brings me to reason number two: I actually enjoy working with numbers. My favorite part of RPGs is playing with the stats, and when I thought of accounting, I realized, "Wait, I can get paid to shuffle numbers around all day?" Thus, my current major.