Why am I always right?
Friday, Child 1, I ring her,
“what are you doing tonight”
“going to … to meet up with S on her last night at Uni before the Easter Break”
Now, I may have told you that Child 1 was supposed to go to Uni last Sept, after a Gap year, which of course I told her was a mistake to take. I figured that once she started earning money she would find that hard to give up and I was worried she would get a boyfriend, which she did. Then come September, the Uni offer letter which was stuck on kitchen door with “Yey, I’m going to Uni” scrawled across it, mysteriously disappeared…..
Late on Friday night, 11.38 to be precise, whilst I was happily in the land of nod, I heard a strange beeping sound, which upon waking, my eyes told me that a message had appeared on my mobile. Thinking that something terrible had happened to someone terrible (the pig was out with the boys) and fearing I would have to dig out the insurance policies, I found that the text wasn’t from or about “the pig” but from child 1 and it said this:-
Mama I’m fed up of my life and I’m going to teach drama
To which I responded with:-
Oh
Then she text:-
I’m calling School first thing Monday to get it sorted to do teaching experience. I’m so upset I want to cry”
To which I responded with:-
Oh, Why?
Then she said:-
Night. Love you. Because I haven’t done anything with my life x.
I didn’t say much, I know, but it was late and she had woken me up.
Saturday she came round and apologised for waking me but she was drunk and surrounded by students and it really got to her. I reminded her that she couldn’t ring School on Monday as Easter Break had started. I enquired how would she manage with money as she was used to earning £7,000+ in local travel agent but she said that was shit and probably worked out to less than minimum wage per hour and if she was Drama Teacher she would start on £25,000. She can’t speak to the Uni she was supposed to go to, as she didn’t even let them know she wasn’t going and she can’t go to the one nearest to where we live as they require 340 points for Drama and she doesn’t have that many. Lots of teachers are always talking about her to my other daughters so today she emailed Miss K, head of 6th Form to see if she can offer some advice. I assume she would get full funding as she supports herself now what with living with boyf, but I don’t know how they would cope without her money, or whether her plans will come off if she can’t get a place locally so she can travel each day. Only time will tell and as I reminded her today, if she had taken my advice everything would have been alright and it is about time she learnt that Mum is always right.
Bless her, that was me at 20 – I’d done the same as her including ignoring my mother – oops!. I had a shit job in the NHS and realised that I was never going to be anything more than a paper shifter/envelope stuffer for minimum wage. Tell her to go check out all the information for a ‘mature’ student. It might pay her to wait a year or two.
I went as a ‘mature’ student at 21 as I’d been independently financially from my parents for 3 years (which was the qualification period back then) and then I got all my tuition paid for by the council and a small grant too for housing.
But she’s going to need to save/work during the degree too. I worked it out and including food, accommodation, books etc my degree (3 year one) cost about 25k but obviously with a big chunk knocked off beause I got a lot of it paid for by the council, so I didn’t end up in massive debt afterwards. Good luck to her x
Hey Married! Where are you?
We’re playing a game of ‘It’ if you’re interested. I’ve tagged you over at mine.
Hope you come back soon.
RM