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The official count is now: SIX DAYS.
Six days until I finally get to go to Boston and live a little bit, instead of being trapped in the shadow of my parents in North Carolina. I'm not saying I don't love my parents--I do. Really. I'm just tired of them telling me that I'm never going to amount to anything because of my GPA. They threaten me with Community College and a career of burger-flipping for the golden arches all the time, when really my grades are still marginally above average. They're not great, and I could definitely do better, but they're not terrible. They could still get me into a respectable college... possibly even Emerson, if the Gods smile upon me. Who knows? The only thing I'm sure of is that, no matter how I get there or how long it takes me, I will be more of a person than my parents constantly tell me I will be.
Another bit of parental hilarity: at the lake this weekend, my dad was telling some story that ended with the joke "Second Baptist Church: we save your soul faster." I have no idea what it was about, but I heard the last line and said, "Hah, my soul doesn't need saving, thanks." Then, my mom, ever the social butterfly, comes out with a very, very serious "Oh yes it does." There was silence on the boat. A very large elephant sat around for a few moments as my mother stared me down with a look that could melt steel, until one of the others jumped in with, "Sooooo..." followed by some other random story. Good times.
(Six days!!)
(Originally posted on my Blogspot account... posted here for old times' sake.)
Six days until I finally get to go to Boston and live a little bit, instead of being trapped in the shadow of my parents in North Carolina. I'm not saying I don't love my parents--I do. Really. I'm just tired of them telling me that I'm never going to amount to anything because of my GPA. They threaten me with Community College and a career of burger-flipping for the golden arches all the time, when really my grades are still marginally above average. They're not great, and I could definitely do better, but they're not terrible. They could still get me into a respectable college... possibly even Emerson, if the Gods smile upon me. Who knows? The only thing I'm sure of is that, no matter how I get there or how long it takes me, I will be more of a person than my parents constantly tell me I will be.
Another bit of parental hilarity: at the lake this weekend, my dad was telling some story that ended with the joke "Second Baptist Church: we save your soul faster." I have no idea what it was about, but I heard the last line and said, "Hah, my soul doesn't need saving, thanks." Then, my mom, ever the social butterfly, comes out with a very, very serious "Oh yes it does." There was silence on the boat. A very large elephant sat around for a few moments as my mother stared me down with a look that could melt steel, until one of the others jumped in with, "Sooooo..." followed by some other random story. Good times.
(Six days!!)
(Originally posted on my Blogspot account... posted here for old times' sake.)