so I that do not commit similar transgressions. In college, I shall toil solely for my own benefit, and will not let anybody take any advantage of my being. I shall will not overwhelm myself with responsibilities, simply because I think it necessary for advancement. This matter is not complex. It is only simplistic. One must focus on the essential. What is essential is invisible to the eye.
I understand that the primary function of all parental units is to ensure the well-being of their offspring, but at what point does this ascertainment become an infringement upon the child's conscience and development? In recent weeks, my parents have been relentless in their criticism, which I at once greatly appreciated, but now voraciously despise. This criticism is never warranted, but only imparted with an air of superiority, as if they believe that they are performing a service, or fulfilling a debt to their child. In all actuality, there are no debts; nor is it necessary for them to impart their criticism. At this stage in my development, it is becoming increasingly necessary to distinguish myself from the parental units. I am a separate, extant entity. Surely, I am emanated from the loins of my mother, but the umbilical cord was cut shortly after the birth, leaving me to explore and inquire and wonder, in a singular manner. My life is not a collective effort; my parents and I share the same habitation and partake in daily activities together, but my life is not theirs. Nor can their life can become solely mine. I frown at the individuals who remark that their children are their sole purpose for living, because it is a rather melancholic aspiration.
There is a very large likelihood of me not being able to attend Bard College. The intellectual haven that I once considered promissory of all contentment; I cannot go to it. There are many factors that are impeding me attending Bard College:
1) It is rather too far away.
I understand that the primary function of all parental units is to ensure the well-being of their offspring, but at what point does this ascertainment become an infringement upon the child's conscience and development? In recent weeks, my parents have been relentless in their criticism, which I at once greatly appreciated, but now voraciously despise. This criticism is never warranted, but only imparted with an air of superiority, as if they believe that they are performing a service, or fulfilling a debt to their child. In all actuality, there are no debts; nor is it necessary for them to impart their criticism. At this stage in my development, it is becoming increasingly necessary to distinguish myself from the parental units. I am a separate, extant entity. Surely, I am emanated from the loins of my mother, but the umbilical cord was cut shortly after the birth, leaving me to explore and inquire and wonder, in a singular manner. My life is not a collective effort; my parents and I share the same habitation and partake in daily activities together, but my life is not theirs. Nor can their life can become solely mine. I frown at the individuals who remark that their children are their sole purpose for living, because it is a rather melancholic aspiration.
There is a very large likelihood of me not being able to attend Bard College. The intellectual haven that I once considered promissory of all contentment; I cannot go to it. There are many factors that are impeding me attending Bard College:
1) It is rather too far away.
