Kathleen T.

Manuel UP-FC1-BSA-10
GEN 001: Purposive Communication

GROUP 2

“My Heart Truly Desire”

Every child wants to pursue their career of choice when they grow up, but not
everyone has that option. This is the tale of a young girl who defies her parents in order to
follow her goal.
I am Avery Louise Montemayor, the only child of my parents, Mr. Michael
Montemayor and Mrs. Elizabeth Montemayor, who both come from medical families. I'm
now a high school student, and being an accountant is my ideal career. Lately, every time I
use the mirror, I hate to admit this fact, but the one I see in the mirror, is not me. And that
irritates me. One evening after dinner, I brought up my college courses.
When I said, "I want to enroll in the Bachelor of Science in Accountancy," they were
astonished and quickly objected. You will enroll in a medical course because we want you to
become a doctor like us and because everyone is counting on you to do so, my mother told
me.
I want to dispute with them, but I respect the fact that they are still eating, so I chose
not to. I told them that tomorrow was the day I was supposed to enroll, and a week later they
simply reminded me to take the medicine course. I was really disappointed that they wouldn't
allow me take the course I had desired.
"Why won't you let me choose the course I love, I always obey you, and you even
force me to take STEM strand, are you not weary of controlling my life?" I couldn't help but
respond. Allow me to make decision once.
After saying those words, I feel relieved, but my parents are not pleased and continue
to press me to become what they want me to be. Because they don't stand by me, I sobbed
the entire night. On the day of registration, I chose what I liked in spite of everything. I
enroll in a Bachelor of Science in Accountancy in defiance of them. When they found out
what I done, they were furious with me for defying them. I got what I desire, yet I don't feel
happy. My college objective is not only to complete my selected course and graduate, but
also to disprove them.
I was quite anxious on the first day of class, but I persisted in fighting for my
ambition. My first semester as a BSA student went by so quickly, yet it wasn't as simple as
some might have you believe.
 One time, the class fell silent, as if it wasn’t filled with the noise from my classmates’
chattering earlier. As the professor calls our names, handing back our papers from the recent
test, I could not help but to feel worried about the results.
“Pst, Avery, did you review?” Luna, my seatmate, asked me. Of course, I did review. I
am pretty sure I did well this time. I could have said that, but instead I looked at her unsure,
confused, then I replied back, “Uhh…not really, I feel like I am going to fail this time
again.” I wish not, really, I swear on that ‘share this lucky banana or else you’ll fail your
next test’ post I shared on my timeline.
“Ms. Montemayor.” At last, my name is called. I went to take it, and only when I got
to sit back did I unfold the paper to see my results. Unfortunately, the lucky banana did not
do its thing. “6 outta 50, you gotta be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath.
Accidentally, I saw Luna’s paper graded 39 out of 50.
I know myself that I have reviewed, but this marks my 5th test with a failing score.
What am I lacking? How is Luna doing better than I do? I have allocated lots of time in
studying, but somehow it does not help me.
I'm struggling in my academics, and I consistently received poor grades on my
quizzes. Thinking that somehow worsens what I am feeling right now: Great frustration
combined with my fear of failing the BSA undergrad program. I fear that I might disappoint
and fail not only my parents, but also myself. I fear that I might only have nothing but
regrets on the path I am taking.
‘Maybe I am not cut out to be a CPA,’ is what has been on my mind throughout the
whole bus ride.
Arriving home, I am, once again, indeed welcomed with parental words that are very
much familiar to me, “I knew it. You will only fail in the BSA program. What are these?”
My mom said, while looking at me with clear disappointed as she showed me my previous
test papers with failing scores that she found in my room. “Not even I got scores as low as
that while taking up medicine course,” she continued almost going berserk.
“You are so stubborn! I told you many times to shift. You don’t belong in that field,”
said my father, also a doctor, who gladly joined in verbal abusing me. Guess it’s the trend
among parents. “We are family with medical expertise, we want you to be a doctor too. Why
is that so hard for you when you got parents who successfully went and graduated with it?”
he kept on pressing it to me.
Now I am on bed, thinking about everything that had happened today. Before I could
even notice, I am already crying silently, staring at my ceiling. I am crying of the thought
that I might be wrong about standing up for myself to take accountancy course and defy my
parents. Crying that I might be wrong about believing myself, and that I should have just
enrolled in the medicine course. Crying that I might be wrong about myself and everything
all this time. “Maybe I am not cut out to be a CPA.”
Days after the conflict with my parents, I gave it some thought, and now I am here in
our advisor’s office.
 “Mr. Quinto, I have been considering changing to another course,” he was taken aback
by my words, intrigued he asked, “and why is that?” Then I proceeded to tell him some of
the details of the conflict that happened.
“Courses require passion, willingness to learn, and consistency, and you seem to have
all of that,” he said in a way that pleases me. “But you sound like you are doing it like you
are proving your worth only with it. If you truly want to graduate under this program, do it
for yourself, and that way your passion will never run dry,” He added, and now that are the
words that struck me the most.
“Try to socialize. Choose your friends, make connections with students who share the
same goal as you. Because college is all about surviving. You will learn from each other and
will need each other’s back to reach your career goals," He further said, now that talk made
me realize that I was isolated, therefore I started to build friendships starting from Luna, my
seatmate, who I think is doing well in her studies. I need to learn from her.
A week later, I became friends with Celine and Luna. We go to class together and
have lunch together, which is a big help for me. When I don't understand the lesson, I will
ask my teacher, and gratefully he is patient with all of my inquiries. The moments we spent
together helped me to change my perspective. I learn to enjoy college, I learn to ignore the
pressure that society has given to me. I realized that the more I let the society demand greater
than what I can, the more I lose myself. I realized that I didn't go to college to satisfy them, I
didn’t attend college to live up for other’s expectation. I attend college because I want that
who I see every time I face the mirror is myself not anyone else’s face.
My friends were always behind me during college. I am grateful to all my professors
for motivating me to work harder. I will encounter many challenges and struggles on this
journey, but I am using it as a stepping stone to success. Don't let anyone decide your future,
stand up and follow what your heart desires.