La segunda parte no siempre es mala.

I was very scared and also very excited to start my first semester in Antrophology.
Leaving Medicine was a huge decision to make, and my parents were not very pleased about the new degree I decided to study. I felt the voice of my dad in my head telling me "THIS IS THE LAST DEGREE I'M PAYING FOR YOU, SO YOU BETTER LIKE IT!" But I also felt the freedom of choosing for myself, of doing what I really wanted to do, and not what my parents wanted me to do. So, with those mixed feelings inside of me I entered the classroom.
Luckily, I think I made the right decision. I know I'm just starting but I really feel this is the right place for me. I love Anthropology, the things I'm learning about the human being, about me, how it completes me. I've always been a person with a lot of interests, and I never felt "filled" in Med school. That feeling of leaving parts of myself aside, to focus on what I must, was awful. I don't have that feeling now. I had time to dance salsa again, something I really like, and to theatre, wich I love.
I also have to mentioned the great new friends I have made. They have helped me so much, I don't think they really know it. The first couple of months were not easy for me, I had a constant fight with my parents, trying to make them interested in my new life. I was kind of depressed about that, and my friends helped me to relaxe and smile more. I have the best time when I'm around them.
Everything is better today. I can't say that my parents LOVE my degree, but they are learning to accept it, and trying to be more involved in my study. And that makes me really happy. :D