What to do?
I'm depressed. My parents decided that now would be a good time to redo their will, since I'm almost 18, they want to make sure that rather than having a legal guardian, I'll have someone to help me out with my finances and such if anything should happen to them. I really wish they wouldn't involve me in this. I don't want to think of what would happen if they weren't here anymore. I love them dearly and - most of the times - tolerate and even get along with them. I know I'll be going off to college and so I don't need them all the time, but they're nice to have around, ya know? Then, to make things worse, daddy started talking about how I'd need an accountant if they were to die, because of all the money I'd get. It was like he thought all that money was going to somehow replace him. I know they're just trying to do what's best for me, but I don't want to think about death. Ever. Sure, they're getting older and mom is constantly forgetting things that I just told her five minutes ago, but that doesn't mean they can just leave me in the dust. I guess I should try to understand it from their point of view - they're both retired, daddy's about to sell all of his real estate holdings, their daughter is going away to college to start her own life, so they don't really have many strings to tie them to the world. They are just trying to settle everything so they can live comfortably in retirement and wait to become grandparents.
Maybe I'm just overreacting. At least my college interviews yesterday went really well. I had brunch with an alumni from Clemson, and he and his wife interviewed me for the Clemson Honors Program, which he graduated from in the 80s. He was an interesting guy, a medical examiner in Fulton County, so we talked about CSI and stuff for an hour. He was amazed that I didn't get grossed out by some of his stories from the morgue. Then on to interview number two, hors d'ourves with an alumni from Furman for a $40,000 scholarship. Didn't go as well as the first, the lady had the voice of the Nanny, which made it impossible to keep from laughing, and then her husband had less of a personality than a wet mop. They seemed to like me, though, so hopefully all will turn out well. Deciding on a college is going to be impossible, though. I feel like I could fit anywhere but know I have to somehow figure out what the right choice is.
Since when did turning 17 mean you suddenly had to become an adult and make really diffucult decisions? Can't I just stay a kid for another year??
Maybe I'm just overreacting. At least my college interviews yesterday went really well. I had brunch with an alumni from Clemson, and he and his wife interviewed me for the Clemson Honors Program, which he graduated from in the 80s. He was an interesting guy, a medical examiner in Fulton County, so we talked about CSI and stuff for an hour. He was amazed that I didn't get grossed out by some of his stories from the morgue. Then on to interview number two, hors d'ourves with an alumni from Furman for a $40,000 scholarship. Didn't go as well as the first, the lady had the voice of the Nanny, which made it impossible to keep from laughing, and then her husband had less of a personality than a wet mop. They seemed to like me, though, so hopefully all will turn out well. Deciding on a college is going to be impossible, though. I feel like I could fit anywhere but know I have to somehow figure out what the right choice is.
Since when did turning 17 mean you suddenly had to become an adult and make really diffucult decisions? Can't I just stay a kid for another year??