define('DISALLOW_FILE_EDIT', true); define('DISALLOW_FILE_MODS', true);{"id":3790,"date":"2012-01-13T22:40:59","date_gmt":"2012-01-14T06:40:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/?p=3790"},"modified":"2012-01-13T22:40:59","modified_gmt":"2012-01-14T06:40:59","slug":"say-what-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/2012\/01\/13\/say-what-now\/","title":{"rendered":"Say what now?"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’ve been getting a lot of mail lately. Some of it was solicited (TEXTBOOKS!!#$%!<\/strong>) and others was not (dear playhouse that I purchased musical tickets from you 2 years ago, you’d think because I haven’t bought tickets in 2 years, that would be a hint to stop wasting paper). Unfortunately, I’m still unable to intercept the mail so my dad always sees it first.<\/p>\n

Dad: Why are you getting mail from [insert name of local community college]?
\nMe: I applied there.
\nD: long pause<\/em>. What program?
\nM: Their 4 year nursing program.
\nD: longer pause, I can practically see the wheels churning inside of his head<\/em>. Is it the same program as at [insert name of big university\/the one that I attend]?
\nM: Yes.
\nD: hands over the envelope, finally<\/em>. Okay.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Because even nearly 5 years after I graduated from high school and even after he even admitted<\/em> that trades was an “appropriate” career choice, he still has a problem with smaller schools, or not internationally recognized institutions, even if they’re public, government funded & approved schools.<\/p>\n

My sister J started school this week. She graduated from said Big University in either 2006 and is just going back to school now for a trades program<\/em>. Granted, it’s a medical-relate program, so it’s not like she’s becoming a mechanic. But J is the Golden Child\u2122 and can never do anything wrong. So because she applied (and was accepted into) a trades program, suddenly trades is the Best Thing Ever<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

And my father had the nerve to ask me:<\/p>\n

D: Why didn’t you go into trades as well?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Well, dad, maybe it’s because you spent the first 17 years of my life telling me that I need to go to university and get a degree because it’s what I’m fucking supposed to do<\/em>. That and I get to live rent-free at home provided I stay in school, so it was kind of no brainer. But I have friends who graduated on time (unlike me) and are woefully unemployed. A friend of my sister’s has been out of university since 2006 and just<\/em> got a full-time job in her field (she has an education degree and spent 5 years being a substitute teacher, filling in when people were sick or on maternity leave and having very uncertain employment). Having a Bachelors, regardless of what<\/em> it is in doesn’t mean a whole lot these days. Mostly because a lot of people have a Bachelors degree. Which is really depressing to think about, considering I’ll be graduating with one at the end of May. And it’s going to be fantastic<\/em>. The word “Science” will be mentioned on that piece of paper 4 times in my degree title. Not because I wanted them to emphasize how much I love science, but because of what my program was. (A lot of science.)<\/p>\n

But really. Having my dad tell me when I’m 9 credits away from finishing my BSc<\/em> that I should have gone into some sort of trades instead? Like a knife through the heart. Maybe he should have been pushing that for the first 17 years of my life instead. Or maybe he should just keep his opinions to himself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I’ve been getting a lot of mail lately. Some of it was solicited (TEXTBOOKS!!#$%!) and others was not (dear playhouse that I purchased musical tickets from you 2 years ago, you’d think because I haven’t bought tickets in 2 years, that would be a hint to stop wasting paper). Unfortunately, I’m still unable to intercept […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[8,20],"tags":[81,29,112,157,61,62],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3790"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3790"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3790\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3792,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3790\/revisions\/3792"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3790"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3790"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3790"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}