When I was little my grandpa told my parents instead of buying us gifts every year for our birthdays, Christmas, and other 'gift giving' holidays he would just put money in a savings account for my brother and me for college. He said once we turned 18 he would turn over the account for us to have freedom of, trusting we would use it for school. Stupidly, all through high school I banked on this savings account my grandpa had always told us about.. and all through high school I kept in touch with him and filled him in on my ambitions and dreams. My love is in all thins art. So naturally, I wanted to go to art school.. But he found every excuse in existence why art school was an awful idea. Told me if I didn't find something else I wanted to do he wouldn't turn over the account.. I came back to him several weeks later with the idea of going to school for criminal justice and psychology, with the long term goal of being a criminal psychologist. Once again he found ever excuse why this as well was an awful idea. Told me it was dangerous, and I should look into dentistry... (by the way, that's what he does, he a dentist.) Mouths? Not my favorite thing in the world.. dealing with other peoples mouths?? I'm sorry, but that's like dealing with other peoples feet. No thanks. So needless to say I continued my search of what I could possibly want to for the rest of my life, that would live up to his standards and expectations. I'm now 20 and have yet to find something.. and today he found out that just I picked up and moved out of state. Well needless to say, he's incredibly "disappointed". Long story short, well kind of short, as I sat here panicking about what I was going to do about school, I realized that maybe all along this was exactly what I needed.. I have spent six years running at my wits ends trying to find someway that I could please him, and do something that wouldn't completely bore me the rest of my life. That was never going to happen.. we were never going to come to an agreement. I've spent six years trying to please someone, when all along I should've been trying to please myself. In the end I'm the one that has to wake up everyday and go to work. I'll be damned if I'm gonna go to school for four plus years just to wake up everyday and hate my life. I still at this point have absolutely no idea what I'll do with my life, but I can promise you it'll be something I love(:
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