hi! i’m a student in year 13, currently studying sociology, philosophy and politics. i’m sort of looking for advice here, but i mainly just wanna rant and know if anyone feels the same way or can relate.
i absolutely love sociology. i fell in love with the subject since my first gcse sociology lesson, and i knew i’d want to do it at a-level. it was the only a-level i was 100% sure i wanted to do (at the time, anyway). i sort of just picked politics and philosophy because everything else seemed boring. i originally would’ve done sociology, philosophy and english lit, but i was going through **** in years 10-11 and my grades drastically declined. i went from straight 9s in all subjects to just being average, and i didn’t think i’d have it in me to do well in english lit as an a-level.
i now want to study criminology and criminal psychology at uni, and my 3 a-levels happen to be the PERFECT combination for this, but i can’t help but think that this isn’t the path i’m supposed to be on. i was talking to a member of the sixth form team just before the summer holidays about how i wasn’t sure if i wanted to go to uni at all, and as he was suggesting degrees i could be interested in one of them hit home - creative writing and english literature. when i was 8, i’d dreamed of being a writer and studying english lit at oxford. i published a book when i was 11 - not independently, but with an actual publisher. i’d always been a huge bookworm growing up, and had loads of stories written on our old laptop (one was 700 pages long, but our laptop broke and we couldn’t restore it which i’m honestly still upset about sometimes ☹️). my love for writing started dying down not long after my book was published because i’d become depressed due to bullying at school, and every passion i’d had towards anything slowly disappeared.
throughout my ENTIRE life i’d wanted nothing more than to be a writer and study at an amazing university. writing was my calling, it was what i was put on this earth to do. but that just isn’t attainable for me anymore. from 15 onwards my mental health took a huge toll on my studies. i’d even missed gcse exams because i was too depressed to get out of bed. i’m literally out here now looking for unis with the lowest grade requirements i can find when i used to want to go to one of the best unis in the world. not only that, but i don’t even plan on studying the same degree i’d wanted to. i want to study criminology with every fibre of my being. i can make any conversation sociological. i am so deeply interested in how intricate the fabrics of society are, how every single one of our interactions no matter how meaningless they seem shape who we become as people, how those interactions can turn individuals to crime and, hey, how do we even construct our ideas of crime? how is our morality constructed? is it intuitive like some philosophers say or is it built by the world we live in and if so how was it built? i could go on forever.
i want to study criminology so badly, but at the same time there’s this strange feeling that comes over me when i think of myself studying creative writing. creative writing is what i’m *supposed* to do. my younger self would expect nothing less of me. she knows exactly what her plan is for the future. but that’s not what my current self wants at all, is it? i can’t help but feel like studying criminology would be a mistake, like i’d regret it and yearn for the life i was supposed to have for as long as i’ll live, because this just doesn’t feel completely right to do. i don’t know what this feeling is or what to do with it or how to move on from my old dream. i don’t even know why i’m still attached to it when i hadn’t thought about it for years until last summer. i think the fact that i’m turning 18 soon might have something to do with it, like feeling confused about one milestone in my life is making me think about the milestones ahead, if that makes any sense. i just don’t really know what to do. my school’s internal deadline for ucas applications is november 29th, so it’s not like i have much time to do that either.
am i really supposed to let go of the person i‘m meant to be? how do i ignore this part of me that’s telling me my current plans are a huge mistake, when they’re the only plans i can actually work towards? even if no one has any advice, can anybody relate to this feeling?