How I ceased being a criminologist because of what I saw

I attended a criminology class for one and a half years. I am not sure if I wished I got an A in high school or if I was just content. My father didn’t want me to go to campus far from home. He suggested I choose a course at a nearby university. I don’t know how I found myself in a criminology class but I remember two things. There was a unit called forensics; that lecturer didn’t teach us, instead, he frightened us. He first gave us very scary examples of going to a morgue to collect forensics of dead people. He said forensics involved dealing with the dead only (I came to find out later that wasn’t the case).

The second thing I remember is going for attachment in a court of law. I was assigned to be a clerk and on the first day I had to be part of a hearing about a defilement case. The plaintiff was an 8-year-old girl.

She was so innocent even in her explanations and thought how cruel some people can be. I went home that day and knew criminology wasn’t for me because of the amount of tears I shed in sympathy. I successfully completed and even graduated before I proceeded to do what I wanted as a career.

What parents don’t understand is that we are past the era where they choose careers for their children. It happens a lot, especially to those who can’t stand up and confront their parents to allow them to do what they want and are stuck in careers to impress them. You are an adult choose your career path.