“I am going to withdraw my application for the job,” Micah told me one evening while we were eating dinner. “I really am no good at doing budgets, and that’s not what I want to do, anyway. I am going to go to medical school because that’s what I want to do, so I am going to enroll in pre-med classes tomorrow.” I was devastated and felt more trapped than ever.
Now we are right back where we started. This whole medical school thing seems so crazy to me. I cannot imagine how he could ever get through medical school with math and science being so difficult for him. Besides not having the academic ability needed to do the work, how could we possibly make it as a family through all those grueling years of school? Tommy will be almost grown by the time he graduates and completes an internship. And he can’t even manage to complete the prerequisites. This dream of his seems like a grandiose obsession; it is not realistic.
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