Say it ain't so, Joe!
It always strikes me when my mother makes a comment that shows that she finally accepts what I've been saying for years. It marks the point where she goes from being the optomistic mother who is always pushing you to do what's best and trying to make you feel better about the situation to being understanding of how I feel about a situation. For example, when I was first getting my back problems diagnosed and my father insisted on an orthopedist's opinion in addition to the chiropractor's, she was there, insisting I go through with the X-rays and tests despite my pleas to stick with the chiropractor's treatment because it took the pain away and echoed the suspicion of the orthopedist. It wasn't until after he evaluated the results, suggested putting me in a torso cast for 6 months, and stormed out of the office after I told him I had to think about it that she commented on his unrealistic treatment and her strong preference for the chiropractor.
And again today.
"One more semester and it'll all be a bad dream"
But it isn't supposed to be a bad dream. It's supposed to be enriching and rewarding and more. What happened?
If I had to do it again, I'd certainly made different choices. But, shit, hindsight's always 20/20.
But even then, it hasn't been a waste. Painful indeed, but not a waste. This isn't a regret. No, certainly not. A very expensive and trying experience, but not a waste. Nothing as massive as this can be a regret.
Sigh.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
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College is not a destination, it's a vehicle.
Posted by @ 12/22/04 10:38 a.m. ET