Fuckin'...
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fredericksAfter holding in my thoughts about nursing school and my future plans for the last two weeks from mom I decided to spill the beans (after posting the LJ entry - heh, guess it's therapeutic).
And, of course, was met with "You should have known what you wanted to do since before you enrolled in Brown/you just rushed into psychology without thinking about the job market/you're a short-seeing dolt/blah blah blah".
I was obligated to tell her of my plans, yes, since she has taken the financial brunt of my education, but STILL. Don't parents think? Hells, don't people think?? I've had those same thoughts running through my head since JUNIOR YEAR. I'm constantly berating myself. The last thing I need is for anyone to tell me these things again. To be honest, she did manage to rein in any overriding anger she may have had and listened to all of my plans (like pick-up sticks stacked precariously they are). But still *sigh*. I asked her to refrain from telling any of my relatives (except my dad, of course - he's easier to deal with) about my plans because I just know I'll hear her speech repeated to me over and over again in different tones. Fuckin' family. They're still pestering me about my lack of a job. Fuckin'. Damn. Fuckity fuck.
And, of course, was met with "You should have known what you wanted to do since before you enrolled in Brown/you just rushed into psychology without thinking about the job market/you're a short-seeing dolt/blah blah blah".
I was obligated to tell her of my plans, yes, since she has taken the financial brunt of my education, but STILL. Don't parents think? Hells, don't people think?? I've had those same thoughts running through my head since JUNIOR YEAR. I'm constantly berating myself. The last thing I need is for anyone to tell me these things again. To be honest, she did manage to rein in any overriding anger she may have had and listened to all of my plans (like pick-up sticks stacked precariously they are). But still *sigh*. I asked her to refrain from telling any of my relatives (except my dad, of course - he's easier to deal with) about my plans because I just know I'll hear her speech repeated to me over and over again in different tones. Fuckin' family. They're still pestering me about my lack of a job. Fuckin'. Damn. Fuckity fuck.
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Re: Interesting....
Date: 2003-10-21 06:57 pm (UTC)Not for much longer. In order to curb counterfeits, our wonderful Treasury is and will be, in the near future mass-producing bills of a...I guess the closest colors are salmon and teal/marina greenish (http://money.cnn.com/2003/05/13/news/economy/twenty/). It's really hilarious. There's this whole ad campaign to "educate the American public about the new bills" that speaks volumes about our government's thoughts on its citizen's intelligence.
Tell your family I told them to lay off!
*grin* A sample bit of dialogue -
Me: God, will you guys lay off of me! Stop asking me the same questions over and over again! Kommisar said to lay off!
Them:...You mean the guy from the Falco song?
Me: No! One "s". And, uhm, I mean Chris. He's Canadian. He's an ESL teacher in Japan. He's a totally gnarly guy with a wonderful family.
Them:...He's Canadian?
*grin* That just ran through my head when I finished your reply. As usual, your reply made me feel much better about things. I can't be terribly eloquent about it at the moment, but thank you. Very very much. Your concern, anecdotes, experiences, and insights really mean a lot to me.