my rant about these military scrubs
i worked 12 hours today, who wants to rub my legs for meow?
my coworker/friend always randomly tells me how proud of me she is. she texted me tonight saying; “i’m proud of you kid. you do so good… working and going to school. it’ll be over before you know it. you gotta do what you gotta do, and it makes me even more proud. you should be proud of yourself.”
when she was my age, she had her son and she never got the chance to go to school like i can, even 9 years. she’s one of the hardest working people i know, and i respect her so much.
i stress myself out so much over getting good grades and making money. my parents never ask me about my classes or tell me they’re proud of me. i work myself so hard at everything i do because that’s all i want to hear. i want that piece of paper with my name on it. i want to be the first person in my family with a college degree. i put myself into more debt with loans every year just to be able to go to school, and i don’t have anybody’s help. in the end, i’m just a kid trying to follow her dream.