I hate college.
I haven't been to college yet and I already hate it. Just even thinking of applying makes my brain hurt. I either can't pick colleges right or I can't pick majors right...it just makes me want to curl up under my feather tick (yay feather tick) and try to sleep, rather than face it.
Apparently what I love to do doesn't equal a good career choice in my parents' eyes. True, they freaked when Beth told them that she wanted to be an Arts major, rather than a Dentist, but at least I'm letting them know now that nothing constructive will come of my life. My great plans of doing what I love forever and a day doesn't line up with being the perfect child, oh damn.
The comes the choice of a college. I just can't win. Enough said.
Just talking to Brett tonight made me giddy. Why? Theatre. It's what we talk about. Theatre makes me overjoyed and I feel at home just lurking in the darkness of the backstage area. Oh, wait, that's right...not a constructive career! I told my mum I wanted to major in music and minor in theatre, perhaps, and she just about ripped my head off by telling me that I wouldn't amount to anything and that I would never have a successful relationship. What does that relationship thing matter if I'm doomed to be the cat lady? Let me live my life -my- way and do what I love, woman!
Filling out applications causes me to need coffee. Don't ask why, it just does. Unfortunately, there was no coffee avaliable tonight when I was put through the torture of sitting there with my mother for a long period of time, making sure I hadn't screwed anything up too terribly. I can't win no matter what I do. I just can't. I'm sorry to everyone I've failed in my lovely decision to amount to nothing, but it's all my thing now, not anyone elses. Ugh.
I hate college.
Apparently what I love to do doesn't equal a good career choice in my parents' eyes. True, they freaked when Beth told them that she wanted to be an Arts major, rather than a Dentist, but at least I'm letting them know now that nothing constructive will come of my life. My great plans of doing what I love forever and a day doesn't line up with being the perfect child, oh damn.
The comes the choice of a college. I just can't win. Enough said.
Just talking to Brett tonight made me giddy. Why? Theatre. It's what we talk about. Theatre makes me overjoyed and I feel at home just lurking in the darkness of the backstage area. Oh, wait, that's right...not a constructive career! I told my mum I wanted to major in music and minor in theatre, perhaps, and she just about ripped my head off by telling me that I wouldn't amount to anything and that I would never have a successful relationship. What does that relationship thing matter if I'm doomed to be the cat lady? Let me live my life -my- way and do what I love, woman!
Filling out applications causes me to need coffee. Don't ask why, it just does. Unfortunately, there was no coffee avaliable tonight when I was put through the torture of sitting there with my mother for a long period of time, making sure I hadn't screwed anything up too terribly. I can't win no matter what I do. I just can't. I'm sorry to everyone I've failed in my lovely decision to amount to nothing, but it's all my thing now, not anyone elses. Ugh.
I hate college.