Experiences
I had a rough first experience at university. Before I got into Journalism, I studied a year in Law School. When I graduated highschool in 2015, I wanted to be a lawyer really bad. I wanted to help people, so I studied hard and got into Universidad de Chile’s Law School. But as classes went on, I became really disheartened with the career and its people.
I think a lot of people that study there are very self-centered and even selfish. They don’t really want to make friends, they want to be the best and prove that to the rest. I wasn’t interested in that. Plus, all the professors there were treated like deities and not actual people. The majority of them have worked years there and are very old, and they think because of that they can say whatever they want and spread their horribly conservative views with the students. You couldn’t even speak out if you disagreed with these views, which I found very stupid.
After a semester, I ended up leaving. It was very hard because I had a lot of pressure from friends and family. All of them were very proud of me and I felt like I was letting them all down, which is why I put the decision off for so long and didn’t leave right away. One day, after feeling very overwhelmed, I told my mom I couldn’t do it anymore. She was sad but understood my struggle. She asked, “What are you gonna do?” and said: “I think I want to be a journalist.” And now I’m here.
I think a lot of people that study there are very self-centered and even selfish. They don’t really want to make friends, they want to be the best and prove that to the rest. I wasn’t interested in that. Plus, all the professors there were treated like deities and not actual people. The majority of them have worked years there and are very old, and they think because of that they can say whatever they want and spread their horribly conservative views with the students. You couldn’t even speak out if you disagreed with these views, which I found very stupid.
After a semester, I ended up leaving. It was very hard because I had a lot of pressure from friends and family. All of them were very proud of me and I felt like I was letting them all down, which is why I put the decision off for so long and didn’t leave right away. One day, after feeling very overwhelmed, I told my mom I couldn’t do it anymore. She was sad but understood my struggle. She asked, “What are you gonna do?” and said: “I think I want to be a journalist.” And now I’m here.
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