Life isn't easy.
I have a boy with brain damage. They thought he had Muscular Dystrophy, but have ruled that out. After three and a half years of tests, MRIs, biopsies, and countless doctor visits, and nearly $20k out of pocket last year alone, we're quitting trying to find out what's going on. Let him be a boy, not a science project. Some things can't be fixed, but nothing needs to stop life from being lived.
On the flip side, my girl getting ready for college has a 4.1 GPA, scored 1600 on the SAT, and can't get a scholarship to save her life. Still waiting to hear from the colleges she really wants to get into. But the quarterback at her HS got his scholarship to Harvard, and her friend with the lesser grades but the ethnic name is getting the very scholorships my daughter was denied - and my kid took the harder classes.
Bitter? Hmmm. Not really. Just things are fucked up sometimes. Really fucked up.
I have a boy with brain damage. They thought he had Muscular Dystrophy, but have ruled that out. After three and a half years of tests, MRIs, biopsies, and countless doctor visits, and nearly $20k out of pocket last year alone, we're quitting trying to find out what's going on. Let him be a boy, not a science project. Some things can't be fixed, but nothing needs to stop life from being lived.
On the flip side, my girl getting ready for college has a 4.1 GPA, scored 1600 on the SAT, and can't get a scholarship to save her life. Still waiting to hear from the colleges she really wants to get into. But the quarterback at her HS got his scholarship to Harvard, and her friend with the lesser grades but the ethnic name is getting the very scholorships my daughter was denied - and my kid took the harder classes.
Bitter? Hmmm. Not really. Just things are fucked up sometimes. Really fucked up.
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I love your attitude toward your son, and I salute you. I know that having a dad that gets it makes the difficult times that much easier for him. Bravo.
How old is he?
I do know (and I'm sure you do as well) that sometimes not getting what you want only means that there is something much better out there that you haven't considered yet. In the end, the little frustrations can pile up, but it isn't about colleges and GPAs; it's about integrity, sincerity and living the kind of life that will make you smile once you go senile and have to live in your own memory all the time.
City College or Berkeley . . . we won't care when we're 96.
p.s. My cousin went to both of those schools, and thought he got better instruction at City College, where you pay $17.00 per credit hour. Yes, seventeen.
I remember when I left school, I was terrified that he'd be furious, but in a way, he was proud. It confused me, but later I realized that he was proud that I was doing my own thing, and was my own man.
I agree with you about the getting the job issue, I just don't think that "the job" is the be-all / end-all of life. I know that you don't either (clearly), but I just thought I'd put it out there.