Be all that you can be.
Live to your best ability.
You're a smart girl, and I only want the best for you.
I know what's right for you, I'm your father.
I'm just trying to give you some friendly parental advice.
I think you could be so much if you didn't waste your life at your mom's place.
I'm really unhappy that you chose not to embrace your talents and get a real job--how about holding traffic signs in Vancouver?
Sounds funny, doesn't it?
It is all, to some extent, my father speaking. Not verbatim, but close enough to make no nevermind.
Tonight I attempted to tell him I want to go back to school. My goal: a degree in Theatre, possibly double-majoring in Anthropology. Then on to bigger and better things than being a liquor-store clerk and short order cook.
What every loving father would want for his uber-intelligent daughter, right?
I gave him the spiel, told him I wished to attend MCC again in January (that's in 6 months) full-time, and then again next summer, and then on to the University of Hawaii (a real University) in fall of 2008--full time. Tuition costs, et al, should be by my current rough draft estimates just under 20,000 (USD) a year. Providing I take the standard 4 years to complete my degree, that totals out to [roughly] 80,000 (USD). For a degree. For a college education. For a guarantee of a life well-lived.
Pretty cheap, by current college cost estimates. You'd think he'd go for it.
What I got in response was him saying he didn't believe me, because every time I talk to him I lie to him, and I need to get away from my mother.
1. He lies too. 2. Mom is in Powell River and I would be going back to Hawaii, which is 2700 miles away. I think that's "getting away from her".
O, well, she'd follow you there.
That's a lame excuse, Dad, because it can be used no matter where I want to go to school. It's not even a real reason.
Your mom wants to go back to Hawaii.
She doesn't. I could get a sworn affidavit saying she didn't.
I don't believe you, you lie everytime you talk to me.
The same could be said for you, dad.
Oh yeah, how do you figure?
You're a parent. Parents lie; it's fact.
FUCK YOU. *click*
Well. That was mature.
The sad thing--I'm not kidding. This was our conversation, more or less word for word.
So I'm searching for scholarships, and planning a trip to see my lawyer.
I will get my college education, despite my asshole of a progenitor.
