a dream deferred
Well, I am quite disgruntled.
School is mostly over. All that's left is graduation and beach week and then party, party, party, right?
NO!
My benevolent kindly father has decided that I can only go to Pratt if I switch to their Architecture program. So now not only do I have to say goodbye to those dreams of writing for the next four years, I also have to go to upstate NY with my dad and my uncle so that my uncle can help me make an art portfolio while the two of them work some more on our shanty shack.
So thusly I will miss graduation.
(NEVERMIND on that bit! YAY!)
The only way I can describe this is bogus. Utterly and unthinkably bogus.
I will be one of those adults who just sit around and regret that they didn't have the balls to stand up to their dad thirty years ago. Completely miserable.
School is mostly over. All that's left is graduation and beach week and then party, party, party, right?
NO!
My benevolent kindly father has decided that I can only go to Pratt if I switch to their Architecture program. So now not only do I have to say goodbye to those dreams of writing for the next four years, I also have to go to upstate NY with my dad and my uncle so that my uncle can help me make an art portfolio while the two of them work some more on our shanty shack.
So thusly I will miss graduation.
(NEVERMIND on that bit! YAY!)
The only way I can describe this is bogus. Utterly and unthinkably bogus.
I will be one of those adults who just sit around and regret that they didn't have the balls to stand up to their dad thirty years ago. Completely miserable.