For A Certain Definition of Fun.
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, June 28th, 2012 at 09:02 AM (2585 Views)
So it turns out my dad isn't quite as okay with my thought of changing my major as I initially thought he was yesterday, as he made rather obvious over breakfast this morning. By shouting.
Now, I can understand his concern, his worries. He's been unemployed for three years, the economy sucks, and we've had to take out loans to be able to get through college, which means debt. And he's worried because a BA is less respected than a BS in the world, which I admittedly can't argue with too much. I mean, he's scared, I get that. But I don't quite appreciate it when he's showing it by shouting in my face about how the only reason I'm not getting good grades in the sciences is because of my internet life, when he knows damn well that I've struggled with math and science ever since elementary school.
He was also under the misconception that I was changing to journalism because it would be easier. Which, um, no, I'm not. I looked at the classes required, I know it's going to probably be just as hard as the science major. But it's one thing for it to be hard when it's a class I have a history of being horrible with, as opposed to hard when it's a class that I've always managed to get A's and B's in before and feel fairly confident about.
I mean honestly, one of my friends switched from animal science to photography. Switching over from the sciences to the arts seems pretty popular these days.
In the end, I finally snapped and yelled back that the only reason I stuck with animal science up until this point past my sophmore year was because he wanted me to. Hell, auditing this organic class was his idea too. That seemed to shut him up, for better or for worse.
Also yes, I should be auditing that organic chemistry class right now, but fuck it. The mood I'm in I'd just glare into space, and the lectures have been in one ear and out the other for me for awhile now.
In the end, I dunno. I feel kind of bad that I said it to his face like that, but I think it finally got the message across to him that I don't want to stay in the animal science major anymore. I mean, if I go where I want to with this, I'll still have the degree as a minor, which could help me in terms of salary.
So yeah. That was my morning. The day is off to such a great start already.