School has always been my number one priority since the day I started. Every time someone were to ask me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I felt lost. Now that I have finally figured out what path I want to take. . . I’m not sure if it’s enough.

I decided that I wanted to purse a career in prenatal nursing. Excitedly, I told my family, but soon regret it. All I heard was I needed to shoot higher, and that my intelligence exceeds the job. 

Without making it obvious I get compared to my older brother day by day.  For those who do not know him, he is a 19-year-old overachiever. He attends Central College and he’s pushing through to become his dream, a geneticist. We both do well in school, but it comes easier to him. I have to work harder to reach my goals, which causes my family to check up on me with each decision I make.

“Well, how about a geneticist?” I hear. I want to be able to make my own path, not follow one my brother has created. We’re completely separate people, with completely opposite hobbies.

My family has always supported each decision I make wholeheartedly. I know if I follow through with my dreams they’ll be there cheering me on every step of the way. Although I feel I won’t be making them as proud as I could, and that’s what I strive for. I feel lost all over again.