Yellow Brick Road Research Paper

“...Follow the Yellow Brick Road. Follow the Yellow Brick Road?” Like Dorothy, I’ve wondered that many times myself. Should I follow the Yellow Brick Road? This time, however, the Yellow Brick Road is my passion, and the Emerald City is college. Do I really want to risk pursuing a theatre major in college?
Coming from a strict family, I knew that my parents had set high goals for me. Like the usual Asian parent stereotype, my mother and father wanted me to pursue a career in a higher field, especially a money-making career that would benefit them and me. “Become a doctor,” they said. “Become a nurse, or a lawyer, or maybe even join the military!” It all sounded so crazy to me, and it was definitely a lot of pressure to face. The truth is, I never came close to becoming the child my parents wanted me to be. I never met their standards, and it bothered me almost every second of my life.
My father wanted me to do sports. He used to ask, “Why don’t you play basketball or football?” He looked at me strangely, like I was a weird child. But I never found an interest in sports, and I knew my father’s disappointment in me was building.
In eighth grade, however, all the sadness inside of me slowly dispersed. I was begged by my friends to do theatre, something that wasn’t familiar to me due to its lack of popularity in the Philippines. The musical planned for the year was The Little Mermaid Jr., and the director needed more guys to fill the male roles. I checked in with my parents to see if they would allow me to participate, and I received permission as long as I could figure out the carpooling to rehearsals. Little did my parents know that my involvement in a single production was going to turn into a full-blown