How a Dentist Visit Changed my Future In Cisneros’ essay, “Only Daughter,” she explains that her father’s appreciation and support of her writing was the most wonderful event that happened to her that year. Similarly, I believe we are all searching for acceptance and approval from our peers, and in particular, those we respect. This can be dangerous, when society’s rules are so well enforced that one is afraid to do anything but conform. One of the most obvious examples of this is college. Every young adult must make a choice on whether to further his education or not, and many are heavily pressured towards college. I believe each individual should be able to choose the path appropriate for his needs with support and affirmation.
By the time I was a freshman in high school, I was constantly being asked, “Where do you want to go to college?” “What do you want to major in?” “What career will you have?” At the time, it was exciting to think about the future and making all those “big kid” (emphasis added) decisions. At fourteen, I had all the answers they wanted to hear: attend Liberty University, major in psychology, and become a counselor—I had not yet decided which branch of counseling. Unsurprisingly, as I became more exposed to the real world, my hopes and dreams …show more content…
My dental hygienist, Vicki, was practically a second mother, as we had been regulars since I was young. She carried on our conversation from before as if six months hadn’t passed since our last visit. As I settled into the inviting leather chair, she asked the usual questions, “How was your summer?” “Do you still ride horses?” and so on. Then she asked THE question. “What college do you want to go to?” I squirmed in the chair that suddenly seemed less than welcoming. “I don’t know if I’m going to college,” I blurted out. Vicki laughed, as if I had said something humorous and retorted, “Of course, you’ll go to
By the time I was a freshman in high school, I was constantly being asked, “Where do you want to go to college?” “What do you want to major in?” “What career will you have?” At the time, it was exciting to think about the future and making all those “big kid” (emphasis added) decisions. At fourteen, I had all the answers they wanted to hear: attend Liberty University, major in psychology, and become a counselor—I had not yet decided which branch of counseling. Unsurprisingly, as I became more exposed to the real world, my hopes and dreams …show more content…
My dental hygienist, Vicki, was practically a second mother, as we had been regulars since I was young. She carried on our conversation from before as if six months hadn’t passed since our last visit. As I settled into the inviting leather chair, she asked the usual questions, “How was your summer?” “Do you still ride horses?” and so on. Then she asked THE question. “What college do you want to go to?” I squirmed in the chair that suddenly seemed less than welcoming. “I don’t know if I’m going to college,” I blurted out. Vicki laughed, as if I had said something humorous and retorted, “Of course, you’ll go to