First thing’s first: no, nothing is going on right now so don’t read too deep into this. I’m not feeling down or upset really. The incident that sparked these thoughts happened months and months ago. But I find myself replaying that moment thinking, “I should have spoken up. I should have told these boys they were wrong.” So instead of playing it over and over in my head, this time I’ll bare it out here for my world to see. And please forgive me for the lack of context.
“Well I can’t be the only one here who thinks something about this, what do you guys think? I mean, do you agree?”
“Since when does turning 18 rob your parents of the right to care? Is he a legal adult? Yes, he is. But just because he’s an adult does not mean he no longer has parents, to whom I believe he is probably indebted to. Just because he buys the clothes on his back and the shoes on his feet does not mean that his parents do not support him. Who paid for his food his first seventeen years of life? Who sent him to school? Who cared for him? His parents—and not because they had to, not because it was an obligation, but because they wanted to. Had they not wanted to it would have been so much easier to drop him off at a social worker’s and left and never looked back. So let’s at least try to acknowledge that his parents have raised him and cared for him.
They’re robbing him of his education? Are they forbidding him from ever going to school? No, that’s ridiculous. Just because he’s not in the same classes as you does not mean that his education is not as proper as yours. So they’re pulling him out of school, I think they have every right considering they probably pay his tuition.
So you’re upset that you’ll be separated. So you’re accusing his parents of being unreasonable. So you’re saying that they are overstepping their boundaries. Maybe they are. But have you at least thought about it from their perspective? I think he has, and that’s why he’s not really arguing to stay here. He gets it now.
Do you know what it’s like to get a phone call in the middle of the night and hear a stranger tell you, “please come immediately, your son has been in an accident”? Can you even fathom it? The shock, the disbelief, the agony crushing you in waves wondering how bad it is. Wondering if when you get to the emergency room your son will be awake to greet you or if he’ll be unconscious, leaving his body and the doctors to hold onto his life. Can you picture the thoughts that would run through a parent’s mind? Can you feel the debilitating fear that those thoughts hold? A son is never supposed to go before his parents. That is not the natural order of things. You cradle your son in your arms when he is born, not when he dies!
Have you ever come close to loving someone like they were your child? I know I have. I know that my maternal instinct is so much stronger than it is in most girls my age. So maybe that’s why I have an easier time grasping his parents’ point of view. If I were them I’d do the exact same thing. I would take him away from the place and the people that brought him so close to death and hold him in my arms until the day I die trying to protect him.
I love her like a daughter. And believe me if someone came to me and promised me that they could guarantee her happiness and security in exchange for my life I would give it up as fast as I possibly could. I love her more than any of you ever could and I can say that safely as a fact.
Wow, his parents care—the poor guy. Aren’t you glad you don’t have to deal with that? That may not be what you said, but you might as well have. I hope that this doesn’t reflect how you feel about your own parents because if it does they must be the most unloved and unappreciated people on this earth.
You probably don’t get any of this because you still haven’t grown up. All you are is a little boy throwing a tantrum over things you do not understand. And I sincerely pray and hope that the pain-inducing love I have described to you never reaches your heart. I hope you never get that midnight phone call. And I hope you never have to wait by someone’s bed, hold their hand, and beg them to wake up. I hope you never have to grow up, because it hurts.”
Finally I’ve gotten that off my chest. I couldn’t say this at the time because it was not my place and I really wasn’t in a position to say anything considering I didn’t know whom I was even speaking to and about. I feel relieved.
And when I say her, any of you could put your names there and it would be true.
We took our first Anatomy midterm on Friday and we got our scores back today. The class average was 58.4%…and I got a 96.5%!!!!!
When I saw my grade I walked back to my seat and literally collapsed, my legs felt like jelly and my heart was pumping so quickly. I’m still pumped about it! I’m starting to think giving up Facebook was a fantastic decision that I may not reverse after all :O. Or maybe just for the winter.
My lab professor told me that normally our lecture professor ranks his students, but that hasn’t come out yet. However…considering that there were only 8 A’s, and all of my quiz grades have been 8-10/10, I’m pretty sure I’m at least in the top 5% of the class.
Guys, I am so happy and it is so gratifying to get fantastic results that I can see on paper. I guess staying up until 4:30am the night before the midterm paid off…plus all that constant reading ^^.
“Like I love Taylor Swift
I got a free sample of her perfume
And it smelled like the gates of heaven opened into my face and I was aligned with God’s will and understood all things good and for a moment I felt like I could lead my life with a perfect judgement and a perfect love for all.”—William La Plant (willtheplant.tumblr.com)