For the Realists, the Scared, and the Bitter

A future filled with teeth, with the kind of gum that can't be chewed, blown, or popped.

Dentistry. This is what I had dreamt of, hoped for, and worked towards.

When it came down to the money, though, that dream had to be chopped.

After my older sister graduated, she didn't have just a few thousand dollars to repay.

She had hordes.

We all know it, right? What can you do with a plain psychology degree?

Even though the burden was hers, it fell on all of our shoulders.

"There's no such thing as a free lunch." This most definitely applied to me.

Perhaps it's selfish, but the more I think about it, the less I can resist the anger that unfolds.

Stressing over the loans, my father only gave me one command:

“Just choose another major, one that leads to a good career.”

I can understand why he might have said something in a manner so offhand.

When you already have a steady job, you can say things like that without fear.

But what about those of us who have yet to venture out into “the real world?”

Choosing and following a new, unexpected career path is often full of strife.

So maybe this is what I really want to unfurl:

One job that may change my life?

For me, I’ve decided that sonography will have to be just that.

I’ll make the most of this decision. I won’t let my bitterness get the best of me.

And when I graduate, it’ll be my wallet -not the government’s- that’s fat.