So I'm like...more than 3/4 of the way to getting a music degree at my school. I'll be taking a bit longer than the program really "should" be, but I haven't really been fully concentrating on music until this term. Mostly due to my parents pretty much not allowing me until now. But eh, I'm finally getting to study what I want, bitch about the past later, etc etc...
So I'll just bitch about the present!
My dad seems to have gotten the idea that this current semester is my last one at my school. I think I've told him at
least ten times now that I've still got six or seven classes left to take as of the end of this term, two of which I'll be able to take this summer. So based on the availability of the remaining courses in the fall (most likely, the remaining four or five won't be offered in the same term) it looks as if I've got two full semesters left in addition to the 6-week summer term I'm going to be in.
Not that bad to me, considering I only really started at this stuff this year. Especially since *zomgz* I'm at the local community college, so shit has been dirt cheap.
He sees absolutely no value in my getting a degree from here, (meanwhile I think it'd be fucking idiotic of me to NOT get one considering how long I've put up with being here) and somehow thinks that I'm ready to audition for an actual music school.
I have no idea where this supposed confidence in me is coming from. Three weeks ago, he was still lecturing me every day on how all these music classes are worthless bullshit and I'll never get anywhere with them...and now he thinks that six weeks of lessons have fully prepared me for a real music school. Ugh...
In no. Fucking. Way. am I anywhere near ready. gawd.
If only I were interested in something he wanted me to go into. I've have gotten to go to a real college three years ago, and I'd probably be almost done by now. >_>