<p>For the past four years I have been mainly raised by my mother…who grew up going from poverty to wealth and back again. She is VERY conscious of “class”- it scares me. I get a constant lecture ( a never-ceasing stream of words ). She is accepting the fact that I am either going on a gap year or doing winter quarter at my local highly ranked state university school…(very big- didn’t apply there originally due to HUGE class sizes- 1 bigger than my high schools class sizes…but hey). It is in a great location- but I would be one of thousands…not something I’d enjoy. </p>
<p>My dad was a bit lacksadasical- but he moves in and out of my life like a “candle in the wind” (never knowing what to do…when the rain sets in- except move to the place where it is and chain his family to a long-term stay!- oh I feel good exclaiming that) During the admissions process earler this year my mom called every night from overseas…and kept repeating apply, apply, apply (min. 6- I was at 4, 2 at last moment - if anyone has read my previous thread- "Would Like some help- I am a Reject then…I would like some help
I am a reject.)</p>
<p>My dad was here…for the two hours of the day I saw him (works an excessive amount in a not-for-profit job…it amazes me the amount of hours he puts in). This was his college advice- “Heres a butterfly folder- organize and get to!” </p>
<p>However- both my parents push college as the MOST IMPORTANT step in anyone’s life! A career! Stability (though under-employment in the U.S. is at a high)- the cost doesn’t matter- just go somewhere. </p>
<p>It didn’t hurt me when I was rejected- was actually fairly relieved (I was in Ireland when the letters came in)- both my parents jumped together and started emailing me incessantly…so Yes. I think if parents are stuck in such a rut…then tell them early on and not have to deal with what I am dealing with- saves a LOT of trouble and malcontent. </p>
<p>I agree with this post.</p>
<p>Living at school more, crying over getting a “B” grade, and getting stuck in depressive cycles is a painful reality of parental absolutism. (In my high school career of 180x4 days= 720 days and 720x about 12 hours (on average 4 hours per day - a VERY conservative estimate (frosh year I didn’t have a 2nd semester time crunch) over the course of a full four years- last two years with debate I arrived at school at 6 AM and got home at midnight)</p>
<p>That is 8640 hours (with normal school hours being 5760) Out of a total of 17280 (720x24)…8640/17280 is 50%. Fifty-percent of my time was spent at school. (calculate 8 hours- more often than not 4 hours- of sleep…and you get 6 +/- 2 variation for total “free” time at home). Now- with most classes on registration sheet establishing 1-2-3 hours coursework per week, I was working at a DEFICIT of free time hours. Weekends worked to “cover” this- but so little free time is detrimental. With honors classes, AP classes, private lessons, concerts etc…Very little time to “relax.”</p>
<p>Life is not about the pain and tribulations-it is about the friendships and enjoyment you gain from being alive. Optimism became my main motto de bousche (motto of the bush- I live in a place where the per capita amount of trees outweighs the per capita amount of people…)</p>
<p>Ach- I might be logged out again. Time to stop. I’ll get off of my soapbox:)</p>