yeah, the business thing came up. by came up.. i got sick of mom telling me to be nice to nolan. we're siblings, he does things to be obnoxious, and i get yelled at for telling him to stop because i'm "too hard on him". so after she yelled at me for probably nolan's fourth obnoxious thing today, i told her i was sick of her diagnosing me with depression, telling me to be a business major, and guilt tripping me for being a bad sister.
welcome to christmas break... the time we all remember that we love our families, but there's a reason we're not living with them. i'm getting serious cabin fever... five more days until i'm back in greenville.
it's just frustrating -- i'm looking at grad schools without ANY support of my parents. they still make pat sandwiches (or tell me to make him a sandwich -- let me tell you how well that went over), and he's a freshman in college... but they refuse to be supportive at all of my independence. when i tell them what i'm so happily doing, they tell me what they'd RATHER me be doing.
ugh, i need to figure out what i'm doing this summer. i can't come back to this.
i fell in love with the clinical program at alabama today -- they have a child clinical program that ties in to their autism research program.. which is exactly what i'm looking for. i sent an email and my resume to the clinical supervisor; maybe i can get a slot there this summer. i'd miss camp so much... but i need research experience. this place would be perfect. and it would help me get into their clinical program.. which takes 10 applicants out of 180, something like that. add into that the "commitment to recruiting minorities," and my chances become slim to none.
can i get minority status for being a catholic in the south? :)
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