Irene
05-30-2005, 10:21 PM
As I said above, hello everyone! This is my first posting on qlc, which impressed me after reading the article "Apartment Complex."
Let me introduce myself: I'm Irene from north TX, soon-to-be 21 years old. I have lived overseas and can play classical piano on a conservatory-level. I have a crisis; actually, two crises-- my father and my mother. :madder:
I pride myself on being a cool-headed person. I try to overlook people's shortcomings, and it takes a lot to get me angry.
But I'm angry.
My father is someone you would not give the time of day to if it wasn't for the fact that he was your father. Early in the marriage to my mother, he resorted to domestic violence (don't ask me why my mother never called the police). He "reformed" himself and now his baseness is usually limited to verbal abuse or the occasional wall-punching. :frustrate
Growing up, I focused on myself and concentrated on being dilligent in my studies. My goal was to study near-eastern archaeology at university overseas. My dream came to fruition when I was accepted last year into the most prestigious university for that field in the world-- in Israel.
When I told my parents (well, actually, my father) of the thrilling news, I was met with scorn, criticism and a barrage of daily comments along the lines of "who the hell dreams of this?" My mother, as typical, had nothing to say about his behavior.
I ignored them and filled out my financial aid, which consisted of a small scholarship for my accomplishments in music, and a private loan which my two uncles co-signed (my parents were, and still are, unable to contribue anything to my college education. They were bankrupt as of last year).
Everything looked like a go for my departure. The agent at the lending bank said that my uncles' credit was good (they both own their own businesses) so I left. Four weeks into my studies, my mother called me long-distance to inform me that the loan was denied. Devastation. Because of the scholarship the university awarded me, I was able to stay a total of eight weeks.
I returned to the U.S.-- and my parents. No remorse. No regret. No regard that due to his general worthlessness, my father managed to singlehandedly butcher my aspirations. In fact, my father alluded that it was my naivity that caused the "yo-yo" matriculation.
I found the first odd-job I could. It seems that every day that goes by, my blood pressure raises thinking about my future, or lack of, I should say. I am left with the fabulous choices of either community college (which I am currently enrolled in part-time) or the bum deal of joining the military. I want to move out so badly-- I wish I already had! But I am afraid that if I move out I'll have to work full-time, perpetually limiting my classes to part-time...and admitting that I made a mistake and moving back with my parents will NOT be an option. Once I go, I'll have to go. They wouldn't let me back!
I apologize for bombarding everyone with such a dramatic story right off the bat, but this is my crisis. :0
I would be privileged and sincerely appreciative if anyone wants to give their advice; thank you all very much for listening!
Sincerely :cry:
Irene
Let me introduce myself: I'm Irene from north TX, soon-to-be 21 years old. I have lived overseas and can play classical piano on a conservatory-level. I have a crisis; actually, two crises-- my father and my mother. :madder:
I pride myself on being a cool-headed person. I try to overlook people's shortcomings, and it takes a lot to get me angry.
But I'm angry.
My father is someone you would not give the time of day to if it wasn't for the fact that he was your father. Early in the marriage to my mother, he resorted to domestic violence (don't ask me why my mother never called the police). He "reformed" himself and now his baseness is usually limited to verbal abuse or the occasional wall-punching. :frustrate
Growing up, I focused on myself and concentrated on being dilligent in my studies. My goal was to study near-eastern archaeology at university overseas. My dream came to fruition when I was accepted last year into the most prestigious university for that field in the world-- in Israel.
When I told my parents (well, actually, my father) of the thrilling news, I was met with scorn, criticism and a barrage of daily comments along the lines of "who the hell dreams of this?" My mother, as typical, had nothing to say about his behavior.
I ignored them and filled out my financial aid, which consisted of a small scholarship for my accomplishments in music, and a private loan which my two uncles co-signed (my parents were, and still are, unable to contribue anything to my college education. They were bankrupt as of last year).
Everything looked like a go for my departure. The agent at the lending bank said that my uncles' credit was good (they both own their own businesses) so I left. Four weeks into my studies, my mother called me long-distance to inform me that the loan was denied. Devastation. Because of the scholarship the university awarded me, I was able to stay a total of eight weeks.
I returned to the U.S.-- and my parents. No remorse. No regret. No regard that due to his general worthlessness, my father managed to singlehandedly butcher my aspirations. In fact, my father alluded that it was my naivity that caused the "yo-yo" matriculation.
I found the first odd-job I could. It seems that every day that goes by, my blood pressure raises thinking about my future, or lack of, I should say. I am left with the fabulous choices of either community college (which I am currently enrolled in part-time) or the bum deal of joining the military. I want to move out so badly-- I wish I already had! But I am afraid that if I move out I'll have to work full-time, perpetually limiting my classes to part-time...and admitting that I made a mistake and moving back with my parents will NOT be an option. Once I go, I'll have to go. They wouldn't let me back!
I apologize for bombarding everyone with such a dramatic story right off the bat, but this is my crisis. :0
I would be privileged and sincerely appreciative if anyone wants to give their advice; thank you all very much for listening!
Sincerely :cry:
Irene