At the age of twenty, I am still so confused that I can't find the direction of my life. I used to say, "I chose the road myself. No matter what the result of this choice will be, I won't regret it." But at this moment, I ask myself again, when you regret it, my heart will really ache.
Before the college entrance examination, I always believed that I could go to the city I wanted to go to, attend my ideal university and study my favorite major. But fate always likes to play jokes on me. Even though I have been studying hard, the result always backfires. I didn't go to my ideal city, my ideal university or my favorite major. I thought about going back to school, but my family refused. With the painstaking efforts of my parents, I chose the major they wanted me to study.
How nice it is to be a teacher. You can get 12 month salary a year and have two holidays.
"The teacher is an iron rice bowl with stability and good welfare."
"How easy it is to be a teacher. I go to class every day and change my homework. One day has passed. "
Teachers are all good, especially girls.
It seems that everyone has a point, as if everyone is doing it for my own good. When my relatives know that I am a normal major, they can't help praising me, saying that I have thought it over and that I will choose.
I always thought I could convince myself. I really thought I could accept that I would become a teacher. I will be a tutor during the winter and summer vacations, listening to the children affectionately calling themselves "teachers", as if I were really happy, as if I had fulfilled a childhood dream. Maybe many people will be like me. In primary school, it seems to be an excessive worship of teachers. Everything the teacher said is right. Teacher's selflessness, teacher's strictness and teacher's earnest instruction ... When I was a child, I really felt that "teacher is the most glorious profession in the world". Even a few months ago, I thought I would fall in love with the profession of "teacher". I really almost lied to myself. I really want to be a teacher.
When I was studying pedagogy, I wondered what kind of teacher I would be. I will think, what is my educational philosophy? I want to know how I will teach my students. But I neglected a question that I really wanted to think about, "Do you really want to be a teacher?"
I know my answer. I always have been. But like many colleagues, I know the answer. So what? I can't just give up halfway, can I What's more, I have parents' expectations. I re-examined myself and really felt terrible. When my friend mentioned that he would be a lawyer and go to court in the future, to be honest, I was jealous and lost. That's what I've always dreamed of doing, studying law. But now it's so far away from me, can I still do it?
There is a saying that "the ideal is full and the reality is very skinny". We have all been passionate about chasing our dreams, always thinking that we are superman and will do what we like. Even if the reality is cruel, we will stick to it without flinching, but often we will give up because of many reasons in reality. Such as family, such as parents, and such as ourselves.
Recently, the signature was changed to "live in the way you like". Maybe I don't love my major and my life so much now, but I still want to change. I read an article in the newspaper recently, which was very touching. A girl of similar age spent a year in eleven cities. I admire her courage and determination. I'm not as brave as her. I dare to pack my backpack and go to a strange city alone, but I love traveling as much as she does. My ideal college life is rich and colorful. I should learn the violin. I should have time to go out more. I should have the courage to do what I like. Instead of going to class, eating, sleeping and watching movies like this.
This is not the life I want, even if I ask for it.
If you like traveling, go ahead; If you like taking pictures, save money to buy a camera. If you like the violin, learn it. If you like law, then study hard for the postgraduate entrance examination; If you like someone, then confess. ......
We obviously have so many hobbies, so many dreams and so many things that we want to accomplish. Why can't you be a brave teenager and do what you like? Why should we be afraid to take this step? Why do you have to muddle along and live a life you don't like?
Young people, we should be brave.
Dream, think, do and laugh bravely.