Parents, fresh off the first day of school (not that any respectable parent is actually reading this), you're certain to have asked your child how their first day of school was. And your child, new clothes, new shoes and new glasses for some, shot back, "I don't want to talk about it."
What the hell? Who bought the clothes they are wearing? Or the food they're looking for in the kitchen? Who is the one looking for second mortgage and refinancing options to make sure that your little ungrateful crotchfruit (I had to use this today) gets the opportunity to booze and find rampant sexual promiscuity at the university that is willing to take their negative, lazy asses.
Where's the respect?
Now I know you don't expect to have to foot the bill, and that your little saving grace is going to 180 themselves and make 80 a year right out the gate with the career path you've picked out for them. I have some bad news for you, though. They don't want to be a psychologist. And really, don't you think the lawyer market is saturated.
Your little mushroom probably wants to be an actor. Or a singer. Or an artist.
But you don't have the heart to tell them they aren't good at these things.
And that they'll be in college for 3 years before they figure out what they want to do. And it will be another 3 before they finish, because their credits don't apply to that degree.
My advice to you? Your kid's a little brat, but put up with it. Correcting that behavior will get you put in jail these days. Just make sure they don't sucker you in to paying for college.
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Crotchfruit? Awesome. I can't wait to find a time to use that little nugget!
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