A Degree to Make a Home

A Degree to Make a Home

Never was there more fear than the thought of failing my parents. That is what I am currently experiencing as I am working on earning my degree. It’s not the failing to graduate, that is not the problem. The problem exists in the failure to become successful within the time frame they have imagined after college. The fear exists in that if I do not earn the dream career of their expectations with the degree I have cried, sweated and bled for, then I am a failure. That word has always been brought up; as failure not only means being poor but being stuck in the same place I have grown up in or similar. In a stagnant environment the would have nothing for me. Where there is no appreciation of my talents because they would not relate to the streets. Where I would be outlasted heavily and would either have to conform to being “satisfied” with my home or become severely depressed in wanting more for myself and the degree I have worked so hard on. My parents do not mean harm in their pressure, it is their way of reminding me that I deserve better than the environment I grew up in and witnessed first hand. The place that no matter how much I had changed, everything around me remained the same. I appreciate their worry and their help, even their expectations. Yet underneath the stress of just earning a degree, it would be nice if they stopped. Because I know I am not going to be the next revolutionary designer who changes the world. And I don’t have to be to just have a living in a place I could connect with as home.

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