Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd been born to parents who believed in the value of education.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd been born to parents who knew what to do with a gifted child.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd been born into the middle class, not the working class.
If I hadn't had the main notion of "I need to study something that will help me get a job that pays well," maybe I'd have gone into German 20 years ago.
But I also wouldn't have had the experiences that led me to have a passion for identity, belonging, liminality, and all that.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd gotten good advice as a kid, if I hadn't learned at an early age that mom wasn't useful for advice, if I hadn't labored under the idea that I had to figure everything out for myself because I didn't know there were people who *could* help you out.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd been raised by someone who understood geeky kids, who understood that her kid's social needs are different than her own, who didn't think I was lying when I told her that smoking in the car made me cough really badly.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd actually gone into something I had a passion for 20 years ago, rather than doing the working-poor kid's thing and following the money.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd been born to parents who knew what to do with a gifted child.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd been born into the middle class, not the working class.
If I hadn't had the main notion of "I need to study something that will help me get a job that pays well," maybe I'd have gone into German 20 years ago.
But I also wouldn't have had the experiences that led me to have a passion for identity, belonging, liminality, and all that.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd gotten good advice as a kid, if I hadn't learned at an early age that mom wasn't useful for advice, if I hadn't labored under the idea that I had to figure everything out for myself because I didn't know there were people who *could* help you out.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd been raised by someone who understood geeky kids, who understood that her kid's social needs are different than her own, who didn't think I was lying when I told her that smoking in the car made me cough really badly.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I'd actually gone into something I had a passion for 20 years ago, rather than doing the working-poor kid's thing and following the money.
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Date: 2012-11-30 11:22 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-12-02 01:22 am (UTC)From:Like years of being told I'm the smart one, my sister's the creative one. (Which didn't help her, either, since she got the implicit not-smart label, and being behind me in school, she got all the same teachers, who I don't think compared us, at least not to her face. So I suppressed all my creativity until I was introduced to fanfic at 23. Yay?
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Date: 2012-11-30 10:01 pm (UTC)From:I still graduated from the wrong college, picked the wrong major, and have been temping for seven years.
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Date: 2012-12-01 06:05 pm (UTC)From:I don't know if there's data to back this up, but I have the feeling that first-generation college students (or, in my case second but skipped a generation) choose practical majors, ie medicine, science, engineering, sometimes teaching, more often than things like English or philosophy, because they know there's a mountain of debt in their future, and they want a job that'll give them a salary that will let them pay it off. (And, in some communities, help out the rest of their family to pull them out of poverty.)
My sister majored in musical theater, and she's an inventory clerk at a jewelry store in DC. She also does theater in her off hours. I didn't want to be a high school teacher, and I didn't want to be a secretary. So lab science it was.
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Date: 2012-12-01 03:45 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-12-01 06:09 pm (UTC)From:*^_^* Thanks :D