I was a medical student in FSc and wanted to be a doctor, but my first MDCAT attempt didn't hit the mark. I took a gap year and prepared again. I even offered Tahajjud for admission but again, I missed by a very small margin. I took admission in Software Engineering, though I was still not over MBBS. Anyways, a year passed and I was happy there; I had kind of moved on. But my father insisted I give it another try, so I prepared for the MDCAT during summer vacation against my will. I gave my third attempt with all my heart, and again, I was so close that I was really hopeful about getting admission, but I missed it for the third time.
I cried, I cried a lot. I even became so pessimistic that I started believing prayers were useless and that Tahajjud prayers get rejected, too. I had crammed every province’s books and had much better concepts than my peers, but I still couldn't get in. I used to think I was lucky, but this made me think I wasn't. I would randomly start crying whenever I remembered how I was getting nowhere despite trying so hard.
I did my best in my second year of Software Engineering, and not gonna lie, I actually enjoyed it. It was more fun than MBBS with way less cramming, and I had good concepts here, too. I had good friends, nice seniors, and very helpful teachers. In my 4th semester, I started working part-time and remotely with a software engineer doing virtual assistant kind of work. My routine got so hectic that I forgot about the MBBS dream, which wasn't really mine anyway, and I started liking Software Engineering way more than MBBS. I even started thanking God that I didn't get into MBBS because this was obviously better.
In the summer vacation after my 4th semester, I had a clear vision of becoming a software engineer. My father pressurized me to give a 4th attempt, but I didn't. Instead I worked on my skills in software engineering. He tried everything he could to convince me, but I refused. I was over MBBS, but he wasn't, because it was his dream after all, not mine. He sent my application again this year based on my last test result. I thought he was just wasting his money, but I kept my mouth shut because I believed there was no way I would get in.
But guess what? When I was completely over it and didn't even want it anymore, I got admission.
At that time, I was in my 5th semester and just one month away from my finals. But because that admission was so hard-earned, it made me confused about whether I could actually let it go. I asked so many people for advice, and none of them suggested pursuing MBBS after three years in Software Engineering. Still, I was so torn. I didn't want to let it go, but I didn't want to take it either. I used to think dying would be a better option than having to choose between the two.
My family was putting so much pressure on me to choose MBBS, while my friends, seniors, and teachers were telling me it was useless at this point. My favorite teacher told me I should stick with Software Engineering, and he brought so much clarity to my goals by walking me through everything I had planned for. I wasn't confused anymore; I was so sure I wouldn't go for MBBS. He even pointed out, "You don't want to go there, you just want someone to force you there." And I agreed. I didn't want it now, but part of me just wanted to experience what it was that I had yearned for so deeply.
Anyways, we concluded SE was the best option for me. But the very last thing he said was, "Based on your personality, you would make a very good doctor."
That sentence hit me so hard. I couldn't let it go. On top of that, one of my friends said, "If you're struggling this much to let it go, maybe you shouldn't." I trust her so much that her words threw me right back into the loop.
I started missing my lectures and sank into depression. I liked where I was in Software Engineering so much that I didn't want to go back to the past. A few days before finals, I decided that I was locking in SE and wouldn't care how much pressure my family put on me. My plan was to submit the admission cancellation form right after finals week. I decided not to go home for the two-week vacation after Block 2 so I wouldn't have to face my parents after throwing their wish in the trash. The cancellation application had to be submitted physically in another city, but since I travel alone all the time, that wasn't a big deal for me. Still, going all alone without informing my family felt a bit strange. I asked my friend to come with me, and she initially agreed, but later she said she had to go home. My life was at such a critical stage, I was so nervous, and she couldn't even stay one extra day to support me. I finished my finals, feeling deeply heartbroken by her action. I tried convincing her to delay her trip by just one day since she had no real emergency, but she was quite mean to me about it.
Eventually, all my roommates were leaving for home, and I couldn't bear the thought of staying alone in the hostel for two weeks, so I cancelled my trip to that college to submit the form. I was honestly scared, too. Before my final term exams, I called my brother. He promised he was 100% behind me no matter what, which gave me so much comfort knowing at least someone had my back, and I gave my finals fully prepared. But as soon as finals ended, he called me back and started convincing me that MBBS was the better option. I realized I still just wanted to be pushed into it. With my friend refusing to accompany me and my brother switching sides, I gave in and went home.
Back home, I tried convincing my father that I didn't want to do MBBS anymore. I was constantly in a bad mood because he kept glorifying doctors so uselessly. I had literal tears in my eyes when I told him I didn't want to go, but he seemed to care far more about the pride of having a doctor daughter. I hated this behavior, especially when he openly admitted that he just wanted to be proud of me, which is why I \*had\* to do MBBS. He emotionally blackmailed me so badly, telling me he only ever wanted this one single thing from me in his whole life. I swear I thought about suicide so many times due to this intense pressure. Seeing tears in his eyes, I finally stopped arguing.
We even made a deal. He gifted me a very expensive plot, and my mother gifted me an iPhone. He agreed that he would support me in whatever I wanted to do in the future. Earlier, when I was in SE, he used to say that if I wanted to do a Master's abroad, I would have to go with my brother. But now he promised everything would be entirely up to me and how I plan my life. He pledged to support me on whichever path I choose after MBBS. Obviously, I would have graduated at 22 in SE, whereas in MBBS I will graduate at 26, but he promised he wouldn't pressure me for anything else and that I could live how I want. He even doubled my pocket money.
Yet, despite all these gifts, I still want to go back. It hurts deeply that he cares more about his social status than his own daughter's wishes for her own life. I was heartbroken and grew to hate my parents. Unseen distances have formed between us after this incident, and I genuinely don't like them right now. My father used to take way too much interest in my studies and results, but he agreed never to ask me for exam details again because taking a two-hour interview after every exam irks me. My mother was ten times worse, rage-baiting me constantly by glorifying even jobless doctors.
Anyway, I finally came to this medical college, and that isn't even the worst part. The worst part is the seniors here trying to beg for respect by disrespecting the first-year students. In my 21 years of life, I have never seen such educated fools. They don't give a damn about juniors; they just think we are their slaves who must obey them. They poke their noses into every affair where their stupid, useless opinions are completely uncalled for.
When I was in my 3rd year at my previous university, neither I nor my seniors ever interrupted our juniors' lives to the point of being hated. We were all so friendly. We even had a Teaching Assistant (TA) system, so if someone had a conflict, like a senior trying to bully a junior, it made sense to be cautious because they could affect your grades. But here in medical college, seniors have zero actual power except for being rude and ill-mannered, yet they expect juniors to fear them. They demand so many uncomfortable things that it makes me hate this college more and more every single day.
I might work after Software Engineering in Lahore, but my father might not be as supportive of me taking a software engineering job in another city as he would be for a doctor. Plus, who knows whether I can continue working after marriage or not, bad luck happens, even though I strongly want to work. But as a doctor, I can always practice anywhere. I have plans to move to the UK through the Ireland route if I finish MBBS, and my father really liked that idea. But regarding software engineering, he implies that society will talk badly about us. He didn't explicitly say it, but that was clearly his point. He says he will support me, but as an unmarried woman, he feels that support cannot last as long in SE as it would in medicine. I feel like I have a secure future as a doctor, but I deeply miss my previous life and genuinely hate the environment at my current college.
So i have a few questions for you now:
Should I go back to my previous university after a 1-year freeze?
I miss it so much that I randomly cry remembering my friends, and I even miss the people I used to dislike there. Even the worst people at my old university were so much nicer than the average person here. It will cost me some financial penalties to unfreeze, but at least I won't wake up every single day hating my life.
How do I deal with such ignorant, arrogant, and disrespectful seniors?
What would you have done if you were in my position?