Because my life works best with a smidge of irony --
This year kicked off with my parents thinking I was living in an Honors dorm - I still think they think that too, but maybe they don't. Who knows. They were so proud that I was that they would tell everyone they saw, whether it be family or friends of theirs or random people. Well, to rectify this horrible situation I had strung together for fear of dashing my parents' hopes and dreams, I applied to the Honors program. Twice. The first time I was immediately rejected, no interview or anything. Second time, I got accepted. I couldn't wait to tell my parents, so I texted them the news in a flurry and I got big congratulations. Then I got home.
What I thought was going to be a parade of exaltation from my dad was just him saying, "what's the point?" How am I supposed to answer that question? "I wanted to make you guys proud, maybe save some money. Register for classes early so I can possibly finish school faster?" I didn't say that, but seriously.
It figures I'd get something prestigious and adult only to have my dad reiterate that I'm a college student whose allowed to have a life. My life is giant misunderstanding, because I don't know what my parents want from me and I don't know what I want for myself.
Now I have to either figure out if I could handle the Honors Program and all the responsibilities that accompany it OR rig it so they have to kick me out of the Program and risk them not ever accepting Nursing majors again. I'd love to be able to go to the Honors people and speak to them mano y mano, but I'd just be at a loss of words. "Hey, I wanna resign from the Program, even though I was just accepted, because I'm a quitter." I even told my dad that it'd set a bad precedent and that being in the Program helps my chances of getting into the Nursing Program, which I'd have to do again to get into the Masters Program. It's like speaking to a brick wall: it serves no purpose, except I get to hear myself talk.
I'm gonna meet with an adviser eventually, whether it's my pre-Nursing adviser or the Honors people to get this shit sorted out. I'm all for personal growth and experiences, but Nursing is going to be hard enough as it is. I'm not sure I could juggle whatever Honors classes I'd have to take when I'm going to be focusing on Nursing courses. I might be a super studier, despite being incredibly lazy, but I'm not a superhero who can do EVERYTHING imaginable.
This year kicked off with my parents thinking I was living in an Honors dorm - I still think they think that too, but maybe they don't. Who knows. They were so proud that I was that they would tell everyone they saw, whether it be family or friends of theirs or random people. Well, to rectify this horrible situation I had strung together for fear of dashing my parents' hopes and dreams, I applied to the Honors program. Twice. The first time I was immediately rejected, no interview or anything. Second time, I got accepted. I couldn't wait to tell my parents, so I texted them the news in a flurry and I got big congratulations. Then I got home.
What I thought was going to be a parade of exaltation from my dad was just him saying, "what's the point?" How am I supposed to answer that question? "I wanted to make you guys proud, maybe save some money. Register for classes early so I can possibly finish school faster?" I didn't say that, but seriously.
It figures I'd get something prestigious and adult only to have my dad reiterate that I'm a college student whose allowed to have a life. My life is giant misunderstanding, because I don't know what my parents want from me and I don't know what I want for myself.
Now I have to either figure out if I could handle the Honors Program and all the responsibilities that accompany it OR rig it so they have to kick me out of the Program and risk them not ever accepting Nursing majors again. I'd love to be able to go to the Honors people and speak to them mano y mano, but I'd just be at a loss of words. "Hey, I wanna resign from the Program, even though I was just accepted, because I'm a quitter." I even told my dad that it'd set a bad precedent and that being in the Program helps my chances of getting into the Nursing Program, which I'd have to do again to get into the Masters Program. It's like speaking to a brick wall: it serves no purpose, except I get to hear myself talk.
I'm gonna meet with an adviser eventually, whether it's my pre-Nursing adviser or the Honors people to get this shit sorted out. I'm all for personal growth and experiences, but Nursing is going to be hard enough as it is. I'm not sure I could juggle whatever Honors classes I'd have to take when I'm going to be focusing on Nursing courses. I might be a super studier, despite being incredibly lazy, but I'm not a superhero who can do EVERYTHING imaginable.
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