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May. 3rd, 2004 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingI have two appointments tomorrow to deal with my withdrawal from my university. So my parents are out of fullonohmygodpanic mode. Thank god.
I'm still convinced they're overreacting.
Then again, I tend to be of the opinion that life will more or less go on somehow or other, and this too will pass, whereas they're all about maximizing opportunities and picking the best options, and so on. So they panic, and I sit around saying, "Look, it'll work out. Really it will. Calm down. Yes, so it's not the fast track. Yes, so this throws some kinks in the path. Chill. I'll deal with it. There's no point in making everything into an apocalypse."
Of course, I can be accused of being fairly lackadaisical when it comes to time-management, and of not valuing myself highly enough, but I think a lot of the "valuing myself" issue is because I'm not quite so attached to the upper middle class academic lifestyle/ethos, which leaves my parents worried over my future job potential. I don't think they quite "get" jobs that aren't in the academic or otherwise white collar sector.
That was a significant part of what led to my initial problems at university. I didn't really have a reason to be here, a desire to do anything. I was in college because in my family, we all go to college. Just because. And I don't do well "just because."
Having a career goal helps, but work is going to help more. It keeps me grounded, connected to the real world. Academia just cuts me loose and lets me drift away, which is very much not good.
Ah well. At any rate, the crisis point seems to have passed.
What else, what else...
Got two lovely reviews for Secrets over at ff.net, which is always heartening. I should have betas back for "Sir Ron and the Green Knight" within a couple weeks, so I can hopefully get that up by the end of the month. And chapter 7 of "Secrets" is plodding along, though I know I'm going to have to cut out most of the bits with Sir Vladislav. *pouts* I like Sir Vladislav. He's an enchanted suit of armor, and communicates via crude sign language -- what's not to like?
I'm still convinced they're overreacting.
Then again, I tend to be of the opinion that life will more or less go on somehow or other, and this too will pass, whereas they're all about maximizing opportunities and picking the best options, and so on. So they panic, and I sit around saying, "Look, it'll work out. Really it will. Calm down. Yes, so it's not the fast track. Yes, so this throws some kinks in the path. Chill. I'll deal with it. There's no point in making everything into an apocalypse."
Of course, I can be accused of being fairly lackadaisical when it comes to time-management, and of not valuing myself highly enough, but I think a lot of the "valuing myself" issue is because I'm not quite so attached to the upper middle class academic lifestyle/ethos, which leaves my parents worried over my future job potential. I don't think they quite "get" jobs that aren't in the academic or otherwise white collar sector.
That was a significant part of what led to my initial problems at university. I didn't really have a reason to be here, a desire to do anything. I was in college because in my family, we all go to college. Just because. And I don't do well "just because."
Having a career goal helps, but work is going to help more. It keeps me grounded, connected to the real world. Academia just cuts me loose and lets me drift away, which is very much not good.
Ah well. At any rate, the crisis point seems to have passed.
What else, what else...
Got two lovely reviews for Secrets over at ff.net, which is always heartening. I should have betas back for "Sir Ron and the Green Knight" within a couple weeks, so I can hopefully get that up by the end of the month. And chapter 7 of "Secrets" is plodding along, though I know I'm going to have to cut out most of the bits with Sir Vladislav. *pouts* I like Sir Vladislav. He's an enchanted suit of armor, and communicates via crude sign language -- what's not to like?
