This
spring semester of college has truly been the most exhausting I have ever dealt
with. Well, it was much more of a hassle than the fall semester. The fall
semester I was still working at McDonald’s and I was only scheduled ten hours
or less a week. So, I actually had a lot of free time to do…nothing. Once the
spring semester began, I finally was hired at the library. I’m scheduled up to
twenty-two hours a week. Definitely a dramatic change, but I absolutely love my
job at the library. It’s just stressful going to college part-time and working
part-time, I never realized how challenging it would be.
Now that I am enrolled into college
and working, you’d think my parents would know my schedule. I have even written
down my hours that I work on paper and stick it on the refrigerator so they can
see, but they still ask when I have class and when I work. Every. Damn. Day. It’s
beyond annoying!
Just today my mom had asked me when my
last days of classes were. I told her that they would be over in two weeks (May
9th), then I expressed how I can’t wait for them to be done and over
with. Somehow, this transpires into a “Chanelle” moment (Chanelle being my
mom). If only people knew the true side to my mom.
She ranted about how she worked two
jobs, went to college, and had me. She definitely was exaggerating to the
fullest. She may have been pregnant while going to college and working two jobs
(maybe), but she was twenty-two. I just turned twenty last month. That is like
her saying she needs to eat her soup with a fork. It’s a different spectrum,
and times have definitely changed.
I wish my parents would be grateful
enough to acknowledge that I am just at the starting line on Life. That I am
doing everything right, what I am suppose to do in life. I’m going to college
(paying for the classes out of my own pocket) and have a job that is giving me
great hours, and willing to work with my school schedule. I’m not pregnant (and
probably won’t be for a very, very, very long time if I decide to
have children). What more could they possibly as for from a child?
On top of that, a week before I turned
twenty my dad decided to lecture me about what I planned on doing within the
next year. Pretty much, he was hinting or implying that I needed to move out
within this year. It’s like he thinks I want to live with him and mom forever.
Then, he decides to do just the same thing as mom did today. Talk about what he
did when he was “around my age”. He claimed to have had a bought a house when
he was twenty.
My father’s life consisted of growing
up at a young age. His mother committed suicide when he was just at the mere at
of fourteen. The day after his mother’s death, his father sat him and his
brother down saying that if they got into trouble (with the law) he wasn’t
going to bail either of them out. From that day on, my dad and my uncle had to
fend for themselves. True, they still were living in the house with their father,
but they had to cook their own food, do their laundry, and do chores. I’m sure
my dad had to get a job at an earlier age than I did, hence why he claimed he
had bought a house at twenty years old. I’m certain he was paid more, and stuff
was much cheaper then than it is now.
I really don’t understand why they
insist on continuing comparing their lives to mine. It’s not going to help me
earn more money, buy a house… I am still too young to do it all on my own.
True, they did their job as parents at raising me, but I still need help
figuring out what to do and how to do it so I don’t screw it all up.
I would move out and move into my
grandmother’s, but she lives in Kokomo practically. I want to keep my job at
the library here in Rochester and take as many classes as I can here, but I
know it will have to change since the classes I now have to take for the next
semester will have to be in either Logansport or Kokomo. I honestly don’t feel
like driving to either one, plus I feel that will just cut into me working and
I need the money. Yet, I have to ask myself… Is money more important than
education right now?
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