Parents Just Don't understand

Today is nothing like 'back in their day', so I wish they'd stop comparing their half-fabricated-nostalgic-flashbacks to my reality.

" Workstudy was fun! I was in the mail room, and got to deliver my peers packages which made them happy."-my dad

Mmmkay. Let's investigate how dated this sentence is. First of all, people nowadays do not get excited for mail because new mail comes every .5 seconds clogging our usc.edu accounts. As far as physical mail goes, it's alright-minus having to carry the package up 4 flights of stairs.Clicking my keyboard is so much easier than climbing my staircase. I'd also like to point out the different pressures of workstudy. He workstudied occasionally to have some extra cash in college. I workstudy to make sure I don't live in a box the day after i graduate. The stakes are a little higher.He worked nearly every week, i work nearly everyday.

"When I was in college, we went to nearly every game."- my mom

I. Wish. Do you know how many games just happen to convieniently fall a few days before a bundle of midterms?

"I rememberbeing nervous to pick my major back in the day."- both parents

Them picking their major back in the 70's is pretty equivilant to me picking a great internship or research opportunity now. I need not only a major, but a minor in a completly different feild; not only a minor, but interships; not only internships, but leadership experiance in organizations at school to attain said internships.

I am so tired of hearing people say that college is the last carefree time in a persons life. We are expected to do so much, and not only that, we are given constant criticism by the perpetual grading and rating of our intelect and abilities in comparison to our peers.i would say that is a little more harsh than the real world.

Right now, I'm writing a reading response for my abnormal psychology class.Do I have to? No. Then why am I? because I am tired of being told that I am a 12.5/15 when i know that i know psychopathology better than a B.For instance, this paper probably has nothing to do with the grade and more to do with me prooving something else to myself, like I have control or something ego-like, like that.

This stress is really making me physically sick. I'm going to go hide away in a acave with bin-laden, lemme know when midterms are over.