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In the words of Bridget Jones:
“When one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces”
This is true for me. I was just on my up curve again when I tried to talk to my parents tonight. The poor things have bought a café called Bar Pronto on Pitt Street, and are now getting the bill transfers done for electricity and phone etc. they only got home at 11:30 last night because they were so busy. The original idea is that I work for them after my HSC. I never knew how long I was going to have to work. So there we were at the dinner table, the topic came up and I asked when would I be starting, they wouldn’t give me a straight forward answer so I told them that I was hoping for a chill out time after the HSC. Even if the HSC is over I still have to sign out, go to two formal, read everything on my reading list, and do all the things I promised my friends I’d do.
Mother replied that it would only be 1 to 2 days a week so I said, “oh, okay, that’s pretty good”. Logically, I asked them what would happen on the other three days - after all they are open 5 days. They went off at me.
In the end I was washing the dishes and sobbing while they yelled at me going “why would you care, why do we have to tell you” and “everyone has this pressure to find a job after the HSC, you are not different”. I was really lost, I just wanted to have a decent conversation, after all it’s quite difficult for them and I thought it’ll be good to talk about it, I get to understand and they get to unload, but apparently it’s none of my business.
“When one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces”
This is true for me. I was just on my up curve again when I tried to talk to my parents tonight. The poor things have bought a café called Bar Pronto on Pitt Street, and are now getting the bill transfers done for electricity and phone etc. they only got home at 11:30 last night because they were so busy. The original idea is that I work for them after my HSC. I never knew how long I was going to have to work. So there we were at the dinner table, the topic came up and I asked when would I be starting, they wouldn’t give me a straight forward answer so I told them that I was hoping for a chill out time after the HSC. Even if the HSC is over I still have to sign out, go to two formal, read everything on my reading list, and do all the things I promised my friends I’d do.
Mother replied that it would only be 1 to 2 days a week so I said, “oh, okay, that’s pretty good”. Logically, I asked them what would happen on the other three days - after all they are open 5 days. They went off at me.
In the end I was washing the dishes and sobbing while they yelled at me going “why would you care, why do we have to tell you” and “everyone has this pressure to find a job after the HSC, you are not different”. I was really lost, I just wanted to have a decent conversation, after all it’s quite difficult for them and I thought it’ll be good to talk about it, I get to understand and they get to unload, but apparently it’s none of my business.