hit the road jack
After receiving a few IMs from my father last night, I decided to give him a call today in the afternoon. It has been less than one week since my mother left for her 10 week training in D.C. and he has already mowed the lawn three times. Obviously, he is lonely but still wanted to talk about that oh so easy subject of my future plans - employment and such. In his eyes, a tuition pays for a skill (Enginnering, Mathematics, Physics, and Language) otherwise it is a sunk cost. Mind you, in my case it has to be a language other than Russian.
Nonprofit, Solidarity Centers, Central Labor Councils, and International Union Groups are currently in my scopes. He laughs at me contrasting how my "childhood" dreams are to abuse political systems and rub shoulders with the underdog while normal kids muse about law, medicine, and asstronauts. He still feels the burden of the sunk cost but agrees choice and passion should be the final driving point not market value. We both have similar characters; walk the same way at the same time, disapprove of authority, and keep very little shame. He tells me it will be difficult to define and gather the knowledge needed to be more than a tool. There is so much you have to read, to see, and to stand up for. For him, the difference between the child wandering the streets looking for the basement bar serving midnight sausages and the change-agent is a statesman's balls and a shit load of luck. Besides, it is a job market in the end subject to equilibrium supply and demand, level of education, and due process. Adam Smith only created the invisible hand for market structures leaving labor up a creek. He tells me my mistakes are my own. It actually is comforting to know. Right now, I want to find a way to reincorporate Engineering into what I do - not as a profession but as a skill.
Otherwise, we laugh and exchange critique of how horrible Nicolas Cage is as a Russian. Besides, he is not tan enough to be Odessan.
Some of my peers ran for parliament, spent a year abroad in Cairo, or hiked Nepal for the summer. I smile because then I would not have dreamed of unions and Engineering.
Nonprofit, Solidarity Centers, Central Labor Councils, and International Union Groups are currently in my scopes. He laughs at me contrasting how my "childhood" dreams are to abuse political systems and rub shoulders with the underdog while normal kids muse about law, medicine, and asstronauts. He still feels the burden of the sunk cost but agrees choice and passion should be the final driving point not market value. We both have similar characters; walk the same way at the same time, disapprove of authority, and keep very little shame. He tells me it will be difficult to define and gather the knowledge needed to be more than a tool. There is so much you have to read, to see, and to stand up for. For him, the difference between the child wandering the streets looking for the basement bar serving midnight sausages and the change-agent is a statesman's balls and a shit load of luck. Besides, it is a job market in the end subject to equilibrium supply and demand, level of education, and due process. Adam Smith only created the invisible hand for market structures leaving labor up a creek. He tells me my mistakes are my own. It actually is comforting to know. Right now, I want to find a way to reincorporate Engineering into what I do - not as a profession but as a skill.
Otherwise, we laugh and exchange critique of how horrible Nicolas Cage is as a Russian. Besides, he is not tan enough to be Odessan.
Some of my peers ran for parliament, spent a year abroad in Cairo, or hiked Nepal for the summer. I smile because then I would not have dreamed of unions and Engineering.