Time for a non-Wicked post
I'm headed up to Oklahoma City tomorrow to stay with some friends and to go to orientation on Monday. I am curious as to how many of you went/are going to your orientation alone. I am. My mother "simply cannot take any time away" to go with me. I think she's getting her nails done or something. Oh well. No big loss. I get almost two days away from Lucifer and I get to go to my university. I'm excited. The only thing I really get to do there is talk to financial aide and get my student ID. Apparently my mother thinks I will not save enough money to take the car with me, so I'm not going to purchase a parking pass. In fact, she will not be giving me any money for the trip. Not for tolls; not for gas; not for lunch. Nada.
[Note: I hate the fact that every rant I have comes down to money, so if you don't want to read this one, skip ahead. Sorry in advance.]
I'm taking the residual ACT at OCU in July, and if I get the 30 they will give me the $10,000 a year scholarship. Guaranteed. Right now I only get $5,000. The only problem is, if I get this scholarship (the one I worked for with my grades and my work on the ACT) will not take away from my costs. Oh no. My parents have decided that the extra $5,000 a year will be deducted from their yearly expenses. Not mine. That is complete and utter bullshit. I work harder so I get to pay the same and they get to pay less? I never asked for them to help pay. In fact, and some of you may recall, I fought against it. They offered and now they are complaining about the cost. I'm still taking out a loan and they are going to help with the rest. I have to make another $5,000 this summer if I am going to take the car with me. I have to have it all in the bank before I leave on August 17th. They told me this last week. If I had known this in February I could have made the money. Not in June, less than two months away from the first day of classes.
I'm so damn sick of this "it's your education, so you need to be responsible for it" crap when they turn around and tell me that they want to help out. However, when any kind of cost has come up this year, I have had to pay for it. Then they complain about how much they have to sacrifice. They want me "to work for this as hard as they are." I was the one who worked my ass off in high school to get good grades and to learn the ways of music the best that I could. I was the one who had to not only get academically accepted to OCU but had to audition in order to get into the opera program. They haven't had to do shit when it comes to OCU. They haven't paid for anything to do with it except for my voice lessons. I just want to scream at them that they haven't had ANYTHING to do with me getting accepted. It was my motivation. My drive. My intelligence. My talent. They haven't done anything.
Another thing, I'm going off to college a year earlier than I would normally have to. I'm not even eighteen yet, like most of you are. I won't be eighteen until October. I can't get another job through a temp agency or waitressing because I'm not eighteen. I can't apply for a loan by myself. I can't even sign a contract with a cell phone company. I can't do anything to change my situation, financially or at home. I have no freedoms or rights. I can't do anything.
I'm not even joking when I say that I'm a prisoner in my home. I can't stay out on weeknights past ten. I don't get off work until seven, and then I eat dinner with the family (which is a must). I don't even go out until eight, if I even bother to go out. Where is my summer? Where are those fun couple of months before I go to college? How am I supposed to enjoy my last few weeks of "childhood" if I can't even go anywhere?
I have no money. I need another job. I need to get out of here. I know Maggie is really looking for a place to stay, but does anyone want to take in a future starving artist? I hate it here. I hate coming home.
The sad part is, you all think I'm joking.
[Note: I hate the fact that every rant I have comes down to money, so if you don't want to read this one, skip ahead. Sorry in advance.]
I'm taking the residual ACT at OCU in July, and if I get the 30 they will give me the $10,000 a year scholarship. Guaranteed. Right now I only get $5,000. The only problem is, if I get this scholarship (the one I worked for with my grades and my work on the ACT) will not take away from my costs. Oh no. My parents have decided that the extra $5,000 a year will be deducted from their yearly expenses. Not mine. That is complete and utter bullshit. I work harder so I get to pay the same and they get to pay less? I never asked for them to help pay. In fact, and some of you may recall, I fought against it. They offered and now they are complaining about the cost. I'm still taking out a loan and they are going to help with the rest. I have to make another $5,000 this summer if I am going to take the car with me. I have to have it all in the bank before I leave on August 17th. They told me this last week. If I had known this in February I could have made the money. Not in June, less than two months away from the first day of classes.
I'm so damn sick of this "it's your education, so you need to be responsible for it" crap when they turn around and tell me that they want to help out. However, when any kind of cost has come up this year, I have had to pay for it. Then they complain about how much they have to sacrifice. They want me "to work for this as hard as they are." I was the one who worked my ass off in high school to get good grades and to learn the ways of music the best that I could. I was the one who had to not only get academically accepted to OCU but had to audition in order to get into the opera program. They haven't had to do shit when it comes to OCU. They haven't paid for anything to do with it except for my voice lessons. I just want to scream at them that they haven't had ANYTHING to do with me getting accepted. It was my motivation. My drive. My intelligence. My talent. They haven't done anything.
Another thing, I'm going off to college a year earlier than I would normally have to. I'm not even eighteen yet, like most of you are. I won't be eighteen until October. I can't get another job through a temp agency or waitressing because I'm not eighteen. I can't apply for a loan by myself. I can't even sign a contract with a cell phone company. I can't do anything to change my situation, financially or at home. I have no freedoms or rights. I can't do anything.
I'm not even joking when I say that I'm a prisoner in my home. I can't stay out on weeknights past ten. I don't get off work until seven, and then I eat dinner with the family (which is a must). I don't even go out until eight, if I even bother to go out. Where is my summer? Where are those fun couple of months before I go to college? How am I supposed to enjoy my last few weeks of "childhood" if I can't even go anywhere?
I have no money. I need another job. I need to get out of here. I know Maggie is really looking for a place to stay, but does anyone want to take in a future starving artist? I hate it here. I hate coming home.
The sad part is, you all think I'm joking.