“because everyone at drexel worries about what their parents think, we’re grown ups now. FUCK PARENTS!”
Uhm… excuse me?
I don’t care what my parents think, I stopped caring what my parents thought in high school. They have no control of any of the decisions I’ve made in my life, least of all Drexel, but they have the courtesy of co-signing my loans for me to go to my dream school. They may not control me, but they still mean a lot to me. I mean, who the fuck would I be without them?
I’ll tell you who, I’d be some back alley drug whore who was constantly drunk. I’m not even kidding right now, I would not be anywhere near the person I am today without my parents. I will bitch, I will moan, I will scream and I’ll even do some yelling. Sometimes I’m so mad I just want to smack my parents and hope to never see them again. I’m a typical teenager, but, underneath it all, I love them to death.
I love that they taught me that I need to work for and earn the things I want. From this I got a very great work ethic, that all of my employers have loved in me. I’m willing to work extra shifts, I am willing to work for someone if they need a hand, and I’m happy to do the job I’m supposed to do.
I love that they taught me to have an imagination, mostly my mom here, but still… Without an imagination or creativity, I wouldn’t be the artist I am today, I wouldn’t have sky high dreams that are pushing my limits, but they’re there, and I’m going to do everything I can to achieve them.
I love that they taught me to set goals and aim high. From this I’ve been able to push myself farther than I could have imagined. I’m motivated, determined, and it has turned me into a leader, maybe even a great one, because I can set my sights high and find the strength, motivation and drive to reach that mark.
I will admit, I’m not the most grateful child. I forget that I am who I am because of my parents and the people who have been around me as I’ve grown up, but in the last year, I’ve learned to appreciate my parents for who they are, and what they do for me. I sometimes resent them for not having more money, but in the long run, I’m happy for having had to work for the things I own and enjoy. I wouldn’t appreciate life nearly as much if my parents hadn’t taught me how to.