Then she goes off telling me that I have no interest in pursuing art, because I dropped the summer watercolor class and this fall's ceramics class, and because I'm not taking any art classes right now. WTF? Can't a person have a break?! How the fuck does she know that I'm not interested in art? And she tells me that I'll probably end up a secretary again. I'll tell you right now, if it came to that, I would off myself, because life wouldn't be worth living, and I mean it. That's how strongly I feel that I'm NOT going to be a secretary again, yet she keeps holding that over my head -- she's said that often. I don't need some dickhead telling me what my interests are and what will become of me. Y'know?
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 2:31 PM
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Um.... is she supposed to be helping you or giving you a complex? 'cause it sounds to me like she's using the wrong tack. I know what you mean about secretarial work. I resisted taking typing for years because I didn't want to get stuck doing that. So now I'm kinda stuck as a travel agent. Personally, I think I'd rather enjoy being an art teacher -- either at the middle or high school level. And who says you have to take your degree classes in any specific order or that you have to balance anything out? Get the stuff you don't like out of the way and then it's all down hill (says the chick who sincerely wishes she'd gotten the science stuff out of the way early on). I have a really good story about artists. I should probably put it on my blog...
That's pretty much what my friend Beth said! Like, how can verbally berating a depressive, who has inherently low self-esteem and self-confidence, be considered positive?
Gurl, don't be a secretary, ever. The janitor gets more respect -- and more pay.
And yeah, just because I chose not to take any art classes for a semester signifies absolutely nothing.
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