a dream deferred

[grubbytap]

Well, I am quite disgruntled.

School is mostly over. All that's left is graduation and beach week and then party, party, party, right?

NO!

My benevolent kindly father has decided that I can only go to Pratt if I switch to their Architecture program. So now not only do I have to say goodbye to those dreams of writing for the next four years, I also have to go to upstate NY with my dad and my uncle so that my uncle can help me make an art portfolio while the two of them work some more on our shanty shack.

So thusly I will miss graduation.

(NEVERMIND on that bit! YAY!)

The only way I can describe this is bogus. Utterly and unthinkably bogus.

I will be one of those adults who just sit around and regret that they didn't have the balls to stand up to their dad thirty years ago. Completely miserable.

Comments

[grubby-tap.livejournal.com]

Mm. The problem with writing is it might be great fun going to school to do it, but what comes next? I'd hate to get stuck writing ads or something for the rest of my life. That's one thing that appeals to me about architecture--I'll probably end up actually doing something in architecture.

Still, it is going to be very...insane. Sigh. At least if I hate it, he promised me I can switch back.

[dru-plus-spike.livejournal.com]

Well, colleges have lots of career centers that can guide you to the right career paths. Plus, some of my friends channelled their internships into work. My roommate majored in theater, the most impractical major ever outside of philosophy. She got an internship with the New Group theater group and from there she got hired by the Abbingdon theatre and worked up from assistant stage manager to stage manager. Now she's a member of Equity, has insurance, and gets pretty steady work.
But in the end, it comes down to control. Once you turn 18, your parents really can't tell you what to do and you have to do what's best for your life, not what makes them comfortable. You may even end up estranged from them--I didn't talk to my dad from the time I was 16 until I was 20 (It helped that my parents were divorced.) It sucked, but I needed to assert my independence as an independent person. But in the end, you have to make your own mistakes, not the mistakes that your parents want you to make.

[grubby-tap.livejournal.com]

But in the end, you have to make your own mistakes, not the mistakes that your parents want you to make.

Hear, hear! Anyway, I figure I'll just be as positive about architecture as I can be--who knows, I might like it--and if worst comes to worst, I will drop out and do writing instead.