Who Do My Expectations Belong To?

My own internal dialogue is louder than everything around me.  I can hear my own voice, soft yet willful.  Two other voices battle my own: that of my mother and father.  "Harvard, a real future, the ability to support my family, prestige. Certainty, Harvard, certainty, certainty."  My own voice yells back, "That's your dream, not mine".  The word "mine" echoes loudly in my head, down my throat, into my chest, until I can feel it beating in rhythm with my heart.