Parental Approval Is A Mountain To Climb

(I chose to attend a school that’s half an hour away from my house because I live in the rural part of my state and the high school I live in the boundaries for is less than satisfactory. My dad and I have just helped a family move into their new house.)

Dad: “This craziness is why I would never want to move.”

Me: “I would want to move somewhere up near [current school].”

Dad: “Well, you should’ve just gone to [boundary school].”

Me: “Where there are drugs and guns and gangs?!”

Dad: “Psh… there aren’t guns.”

Me: “Yes, there are! There have been people shot! Would you want your kids in that environment?”

Dad: “That’s nothing! You know I had to walk through the jungle with nothing to eat and I had to climb up and down a mountain with landmines and people dying every second.”

(This is how conversations with Asian parents always end… no matter how difficult your life is, theirs have always been worse because they had to climb a mountain, or swim across a lake…)