I Guess Sometimes Parents Just Do Understand

OK, this is NOT going to happen often so I'm going to write it while I am feeling humble.

My parents are not always wrong. Sometimes they are right.

UNCG wanted to make me pay them all of the money I owe before they released my financial aid. So I called them and they said I had to pay the entire $300 that I owe. So I was just going to pay it. But my parents were adamant about calling the Cashier's office so, after I tried to talk them out of wasting time on that, I said fine. So we talked to a lady in the Cashier's Office and she said that Financial Aid was wrong. All I really have to do is pay $95.91 and I'd be good. Had I not listened to Deryle Daniels, Sr., I would have had to borrow $300 from a bruh. So I am glad I listened this time. But I still think I'm right most of the time.


Litera scripta manet. - Unknown

Parents Just Don't Understand

I absolutely hate being home during the breaks and am often reminded why. My parents' ways of doing things aren't mine. I have grown and developed my own ways of thinking about things, but in their house it's their way. For instance, I have grown out of the traditional eating times b/c I can come and go from the food court or cafeteria as I please. And I no longer have a bed time b/c I think of time as a man made constraint and the word "late" is relative based upon what time your day starts. I am no longer in tune with the dependency that a family presents.

As frustrating as it is, I am here and will be until I move back to Greensboro. Not really a long post but it's on my mind and therefore it is here for your reading pleasure.

Litera scripta manet. - Unknown