The past week has been crazy, primarily because I'm moving. Chris and I are moving in together, and I'm stoked. Yes, that means I'm staying out here for the summer and not going back to Albuquerque, but I'm okay with that. I'm looking forward to the direction my life is traveling in. We have three cats in our place, Spaz, Derp, and Petra. They're adorable, but Petra hates them. Oi. Still, she's slowly getting over it.
This week is dead week, meaning that we are doing absolutely nothing other than killing ourselves with our last week of classes. It also means that finals are next week. Still, as much as finals suck, it means that you've reached the end of the semester. It means that anything that's been kicking your ass or killing you or is just something that you need a break from is finally at an end and you can go on. It's like a mental restart button. It puts you back together so that you don't lose your sanity. And I'm going to need it. This summer I'm taking 14 hours. This fall I'm taking 22. And the spring? Hell if I know. The goal is to graduate in May. So one year from now I'm going to be graduating. Holy shit. It seems like I just started going to school here and yet I'm about to leave. It makes me sad. But at the same time, I'm ready for my life already. I'm tired of being a kid with adult privileges. I need to move on. I want to live my life. I'm ready to be an adult. Screw all this "Let's party, study, whatever the hell it is we do here" attitude and move on. So I'm going to try to graduate in May. If I can't, I'm here until December.
My plan for after I graduate is to go to Law School. Random, I know. But I want to do it. All of the stereotypical law school/lawyer ideas don't appeal to me, but I've taken about 5 law classes and loved all of them. I figure that law classes are much closer to what it is that law is all about and how it is in reality, and so I figure that that is probably the most accurate description I have is the classes I've taken. I want to go to UNM; I just hope I get in. That's why I'm trying to graduate in May, though. Law schools don't have Fall/Spring start sessions. You have to start in the fall. So if I finish in December I will have eight months to go before the school year would start. I'm not sure what I'd do with my life. Oi. It's a scary thought. And if this doesn't work out, well, I don't know what I'm going to do.
Anyway, just a little update on life. I'm crazy tired and ready to be done with everything. I need the two or three weeks off that I have before summer classes start. I need something to do that isn't stressful, exhausting, or trying to kill me. So I just need to find a job for the summer and then worry about passing my classes. *sigh* I just want the semester to be over.
Showing posts with label Summer jobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Summer jobs. Show all posts
Monday, May 3, 2010
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Coming Home
I moved back home from Portales on Saturday. I didn't realize that I had so much crap. Holy cow. The worst part is that a lot of it is stuff that I don't need while I'm at home, like first aid stuff, laundry detergent, sheets for beds of different sizes, food, etc. And, because I didn't have it here to begin with, finding a place to put it now is difficult. So I have come to the conclusion that it's time for another room emptying session where I get rid of more stuff. Only problem is I'm a pack rat and I hold on to sentimental stuff for ages. Bleh.
Life at home is...interesting. I get to see Chris pretty much every day (which is awesome), see friends I haven't seen in a while, and hang out with my sister. It's just being home that's....odd. I get the strangest feeling from my dad that I'm just someone who lives here that he really wishes wouldn't. I hate that feeling, like I'm being loathed for existing and costing him money. Oi. My mom says it's not like that at all, but it's still the feeling I get from him. Bleh.
Once again I'm into the predicament of finding a summer job. Only this summer, it's essential that I get one. Uhg. But who would want to hire someone for only two and a half months? Bleh. But I'm eighteen and that means that if I displeased parents in the slightest they can kick me out of the house and my life becomes that much more difficult. Still, my mom had a good point. It'd be better for my own sanity and mental well-being not to be in the house all day every day with my dad this summer. We'd be at each other's throats in a heartbeat. *shiver*
So right now, I've applied at Albertson's. Hopefully I can turn in an app to Starbucks and Wendy's today. My only issue is that I'm limited to places within walking distance from my house. Es no bueno, aye? Oh well. It means money and money means my life gets slightly simpler. And my parents will be off my back.
Life at home is...interesting. I get to see Chris pretty much every day (which is awesome), see friends I haven't seen in a while, and hang out with my sister. It's just being home that's....odd. I get the strangest feeling from my dad that I'm just someone who lives here that he really wishes wouldn't. I hate that feeling, like I'm being loathed for existing and costing him money. Oi. My mom says it's not like that at all, but it's still the feeling I get from him. Bleh.
Once again I'm into the predicament of finding a summer job. Only this summer, it's essential that I get one. Uhg. But who would want to hire someone for only two and a half months? Bleh. But I'm eighteen and that means that if I displeased parents in the slightest they can kick me out of the house and my life becomes that much more difficult. Still, my mom had a good point. It'd be better for my own sanity and mental well-being not to be in the house all day every day with my dad this summer. We'd be at each other's throats in a heartbeat. *shiver*
So right now, I've applied at Albertson's. Hopefully I can turn in an app to Starbucks and Wendy's today. My only issue is that I'm limited to places within walking distance from my house. Es no bueno, aye? Oh well. It means money and money means my life gets slightly simpler. And my parents will be off my back.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Stressed
I'm stressed. But didn't we already review this? I'm trying, but life is crazy. I got a flier the other day for signs and symptoms of burnout and I had all of the above. Fun. I'm so ready for the semester to end. I have an appointment with my adviser tomorrow about my schedule for next semester, so that will be interesting. Bri and I are looking into getting a place off campus that we can live in next semester; that should be interesting. Hopefully we can get another roommate or two to live with us so that rent is cheaper. There's only two and a half weeks left of classes before finals and then we head home. I'm stoked. I have what classes I want to take next year all planned out. I am planning on taking a couple of classes over the summer to alleviate my case-load. I'm trying to get an internship with the Albuquerque Police Department. They haven't called me back, though. So I will aim for a job at Borders. I've been walking everywhere since I gave my car back to my parents last week (because of financial reasons) so on Sunday, for instance, Bri and I walked 6 miles to Sonic and back. It took us an hour round trip. Today I walked around three miles. I think we walked 8 miles to the cemetery and back the other day. I walk to the Zeta house. If I don't get more in shape because of this I'm going to be mildly agitated. I'm having weird body functions a.k.a. mood swings. Bleh. And I really just want the semester to be over. Uhg.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Summer Jobs
Alright, so here's the thing. If you're a parent reading this and you have a kid around 17 or 18 years old who just graduated high school, you probably want your kid to get a job. Kids around this age usually have two options.
One, they willingly get a job so that they can have more money to spend on things they want to do. I get that. Why would an extra two hundred dollars a week be a bad thing? They can go to the movies, go shopping, go out to eat, whatever and they don't have to worry about not being able to pay for things. When their friends want to do something that costs money, they don't have to be embarrassed or miss out on anything by saying something along the lines of, "Oh, I can't. I don't have any money." Honestly, working is a good thing. I understand that.
Second option that most of us have is our parents want us to get a job otherwise we get kicked out of the house. Most parents (at least of the friends I have at this age) don't actually want a part of your paycheck, it's just that a condition of living in their house is that you work rather than sit at home all day eating their food and doing nothing productive. When this option is the requirement (because when it comes to parents and living in their house, there isn't really an option), we find ourselves hunting all over for a job praying to God that someone will hire us because we'd have to get one anyway if our parents kicked us out. Work just becomes a different version of school. You go for 7 or 8 hours a day, work hard, go home, and dread the fact that you have to do it again tomorrow. Crazy stuff, I know.
Well I am lucky enough that I have an option three right now. My third option is don't work. Here's what my argument for this one is. I'm going to college in the fall. I got good grades this past year, I'm going to a cheap enough school that my parents have to pay almost nothing if not nothing for me to go to school, I do what they say, I'm home when they request me to be home, and overall, I'm a good kid. I am seventeen years old and legally am still a child. The way I view this summer is that it is the last summer of my childhood. This is my last summer that is obligation free for the rest of my life (until I retire, which is ages away). I want to enjoy this summer to its full potential. At home, I can relax, get my thoughts together, read some good books, play some online games, and hang out with friends. I can sleep in if I so desire, I can go shopping, I can clean around the house. Basically, I'm free to do whatever this summer. It's my last summer of freedom, and I want to enjoy it. Luckily for me, I have this option.
Why do I refuse to get a job other than the previously stated reasons? Simple. I don't want one. I'm going to college in the fall. The way I see it, if I'm going to school to learn to get a better education so that later in life I can get a decent job, I want to do school and then I want to work. I know, I have some weird fantasy or warped perception of the world, but still. I want to go to school, graduate, get a job. Simple plan. I know that whole argument for work experience, too. I don't know, though. I guess I'll figure it out when I get there. Besides, it will probably be an option number two experience for me in my house next summer, so what's the rush? I'm going to be working the rest of my life. I don't see the need to leap for it now while it's still unnecessary.
So here's my basic thing. For parents, how hard is this point in time? If you're kid is already 18, I can understand the whole work thing. They are legally adults living in your house and if they want to act like an adult you're going to treat them like they are. If they're 17, what do you do? They aren't an adult, but they're done with school and sitting around your house over the summer like a bum and refusing to get a job (haha, yeah, that's me). I'm curious what options you have. Like what do you do with a kid like myself who downright refuses to their parents to get a job? And to others like myself, which option would you prefer if it was up to you? You all know I went with option three (to the dismay of my father). Anyway, I'd like to hear your take on this whole thing. Leave a comment and talk to me. I'd love to know where other people stand on this issue. =]
One, they willingly get a job so that they can have more money to spend on things they want to do. I get that. Why would an extra two hundred dollars a week be a bad thing? They can go to the movies, go shopping, go out to eat, whatever and they don't have to worry about not being able to pay for things. When their friends want to do something that costs money, they don't have to be embarrassed or miss out on anything by saying something along the lines of, "Oh, I can't. I don't have any money." Honestly, working is a good thing. I understand that.
Second option that most of us have is our parents want us to get a job otherwise we get kicked out of the house. Most parents (at least of the friends I have at this age) don't actually want a part of your paycheck, it's just that a condition of living in their house is that you work rather than sit at home all day eating their food and doing nothing productive. When this option is the requirement (because when it comes to parents and living in their house, there isn't really an option), we find ourselves hunting all over for a job praying to God that someone will hire us because we'd have to get one anyway if our parents kicked us out. Work just becomes a different version of school. You go for 7 or 8 hours a day, work hard, go home, and dread the fact that you have to do it again tomorrow. Crazy stuff, I know.
Well I am lucky enough that I have an option three right now. My third option is don't work. Here's what my argument for this one is. I'm going to college in the fall. I got good grades this past year, I'm going to a cheap enough school that my parents have to pay almost nothing if not nothing for me to go to school, I do what they say, I'm home when they request me to be home, and overall, I'm a good kid. I am seventeen years old and legally am still a child. The way I view this summer is that it is the last summer of my childhood. This is my last summer that is obligation free for the rest of my life (until I retire, which is ages away). I want to enjoy this summer to its full potential. At home, I can relax, get my thoughts together, read some good books, play some online games, and hang out with friends. I can sleep in if I so desire, I can go shopping, I can clean around the house. Basically, I'm free to do whatever this summer. It's my last summer of freedom, and I want to enjoy it. Luckily for me, I have this option.
Why do I refuse to get a job other than the previously stated reasons? Simple. I don't want one. I'm going to college in the fall. The way I see it, if I'm going to school to learn to get a better education so that later in life I can get a decent job, I want to do school and then I want to work. I know, I have some weird fantasy or warped perception of the world, but still. I want to go to school, graduate, get a job. Simple plan. I know that whole argument for work experience, too. I don't know, though. I guess I'll figure it out when I get there. Besides, it will probably be an option number two experience for me in my house next summer, so what's the rush? I'm going to be working the rest of my life. I don't see the need to leap for it now while it's still unnecessary.
So here's my basic thing. For parents, how hard is this point in time? If you're kid is already 18, I can understand the whole work thing. They are legally adults living in your house and if they want to act like an adult you're going to treat them like they are. If they're 17, what do you do? They aren't an adult, but they're done with school and sitting around your house over the summer like a bum and refusing to get a job (haha, yeah, that's me). I'm curious what options you have. Like what do you do with a kid like myself who downright refuses to their parents to get a job? And to others like myself, which option would you prefer if it was up to you? You all know I went with option three (to the dismay of my father). Anyway, I'd like to hear your take on this whole thing. Leave a comment and talk to me. I'd love to know where other people stand on this issue. =]
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