I'm proud of myself. This is going to sound familiar to my fellow A:TLA fans, but when I was little, I lived a good, comfortable, steady life and a childhood anyone would ask for. I'm not going to act like my parents were bad people, or I've gone through some deep struggle. I grew up getting every thing I wanted, and as long as I got good grades and I was well-behaved, I would be fine. I've been sheltered and I've always conveniently had things when I needed them.
Yet nobody told me it would be this hard growing up. My parents told me I didn't need to get a job until after college, because they were so sure I'd be fine, and that they themselves would be wealthy enough for mine and my brother's education and living expenses. We were promised a university complete with the whole dorm life experience. My dad always told me I don't need to get a job and I should concentrate on my education, because he "made the mistake" of working instead of going to college right away.
Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. What I should've done was start working right when I turned 16, but when that time came, I mentioned to my parents, "all my friends are getting jobs, should I get one too?" No. Concentrate on your studies. I went with what they said, because, even after their divorce and my dad's bankruptcy, I was sure we'd be fine again in the long run, and not working seemed ideal to me.
College arrived. No, not the university dorm experience I've since high school graduation expected and looked forward to. Community college. I asked my dad the same question. "Should I get a job now?" No. Concentrate on graduating college. You'll be fine with loans, grants, and my VA loans. You don't need to work. It's been 3 years and my dad hasn't been approved for his VA loans, the $700 he promised would come every month has never came, I get financial aid loans once a year, which aren't enough and I will have to pay back in the long run, and scholarships? Ha ha ha, since when have I done well in high school to earn those? Even if I applied to university, I wouldn't be accepted anyway. My mom's promised $100 for me every month, but now she can't afford it. You never know what might happen to your parents' money. Don't think you can rely on them forever.
First off, when you turn 16, the first thing you ought to do is look for a job, always. No matter how rich you think your parents are. This is one thing I will always regret not doing. I often see people complain that their parents are forcing them to go out and look for work when they're only in high school. I would have given anything to have that instead. When you're 20 years old with no work experience, the chances of finding a job will be H A R D. Do you know how awful that looks on a resumé? When my first employer looked at mine, she said in a very judgmental tone, "You've never actually worked before?" It's a good thing I'm a charismatic person when I need to be. I don't care if it's goddamn McDonald's, or if you're walking a balloon animal at a kiosk in a corner of the mall. Any experience is a beneficial experience.
The one piece of financial advice my dad gave me that's really helped in the long run, and has assisted me in renting my own place, was, "Put 10% of whatever money you earn into your savings and don't touch them." I will tell you, in the last two months I've saved $300. That's how much my VTNE (Veterinary Technician National Examination) will cost me when I graduate. And it only took me two months to save it up. And I EARNED IT. Do you know how good that feels?
Although I've lived a privileged life (up until we lost that house in Lake Elsinore and my family went bankrupt), I've come along pretty strong. I've recently experienced living without water for the second time. I can't go out and enjoy myself because we're saving so much money to ensure we have food and a roof over our heads. I haven't had a proper shopping spree in over a year, and shopping sprees to me are spending more than $50 at the mall. I have three pets I will refuse, and absolutely REFUSE, to give up, I will gather whatever little money we have left to take care of their needs and ensure their happiness. Animals that I'm currently dedicating a huge part of my life to.
xoxo
Angie
"Don't you think dreams and the Internet are similar? They are both areas where the repressed conscious mind vents."
-Paprika (2006)
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
What do you want to be when you grow up?!
8 year old me would be very pleased had she seen herself today. She'd look in the mirror everyday and convince herself she's the prettiest girl in her class, even though her classmates made sure she knew otherwise. Her favorite subject was science, and one day we had a brief lesson on the anatomy of a flower. She went home after school and picked a flower from her mother's garden and gently tore it apart, taping the pieces on a bright green sheet of construction paper. Pollen...stem...petals...filaments...anther.... She wanted to be a scientist and storybook writer on the side. She read books and wrote short stories about animals. A squirrel and cat who were best friends. Her labrador, Rino, who had to go away after a family incident. When she turned 10, her father gave her her own puppy...a springer spaniel mix whom she named Angelo. She wrote stories about Angelo: how Angelo was effected by 9/11, Angelo and our family friend's dog and the adventures they went on, dreams she had with Angelo in it, most of which he got lost, ran over, eaten, stolen, or abused by a stranger.
I stopped writing short stories a long time ago, caught up with the dramas of middle and high school, things that were going on with my family and a (still) ongoing addiction to the internet. I'm making myself proud today by helping animals. I am becoming a scientist! (sort of?) Veterinary Technology is science. I consider myself a scientist, anyone who studies a form of science, right? The whole aspect is exciting to me.
What I needed was those 5 trips to the different parks we took this past week, a good book, fresh air and some time with my puppies. Bridgette has been feeling left out. She's barely starting to get comfortable around Zelda, but I'm sure she'll be fine soon. She's cuddling up to me right on this couch as I type.
I'm going to start practicing my piano and guitar, and hopefully get some painting and sewing done once I get a job and some money to pay for supplies, haha.
xoxo
I stopped writing short stories a long time ago, caught up with the dramas of middle and high school, things that were going on with my family and a (still) ongoing addiction to the internet. I'm making myself proud today by helping animals. I am becoming a scientist! (sort of?) Veterinary Technology is science. I consider myself a scientist, anyone who studies a form of science, right? The whole aspect is exciting to me.
What I needed was those 5 trips to the different parks we took this past week, a good book, fresh air and some time with my puppies. Bridgette has been feeling left out. She's barely starting to get comfortable around Zelda, but I'm sure she'll be fine soon. She's cuddling up to me right on this couch as I type.
I'm going to start practicing my piano and guitar, and hopefully get some painting and sewing done once I get a job and some money to pay for supplies, haha.
| Meet Zelda! |
xoxo
Angie
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