Friday, June 11, 2004My father says that he sees no future in what I’ve chosen to do with my life. He laughs loudly when he hears me tell him that I’ll get my teaching credentials in five years — I’m a full time employee who pays for all his expenses (no financial aid from anyone for anything) out of his paycheck. It certainly would be nice to dedicate myself to studying and have it all done in two years, but where would I get the money from? I certainly wouldn’t want to finish college owing thousands upon thousands of dollars. Another son would hold a grudge against his father for the comments my father makes, or the laughter that he can’t seem to contain. Not me. I don’t hold it against him that he’s old-fashioned in his way of thinking. Money is all he’s after, and it’s his idea that schooling is not the way to make it, unless one is to become a doctor, lawyer… I know I could be making 15 dollars an hour (or more) doing other things. My friend Barry was making 18 dollars an hour as some sort of mail-handler. Just like my dad, money is all he’s after. I’m more for the love of the job. For the past five years, I’ve been able to give myself the luxury of having a job I enjoy, but at ten dollars an hour, I don’t know how much longer I can last. Posted by at 8:35 pm [Permalink]
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