I’m Morgan and this is my story
When I worked at the hotel this guy was (and presumably is) a frequent guest there. He’s from Illinois and had to come to Florida for business trips. Anyway, he is an amazing human being and you know when you meet amazing human beings you really feel it. He’s got two kids and a beautiful wife and he’s a great, supportive, nerd dad and probably an awesome boss. We’ve had lengthy conversations about all kinds of stuff and one thing I remember him telling me about raising kids was basically, “Decide the things that matter most to you, the things that you’re going to make a big deal about, because you can’t make a big deal about every little thing. For me, I make sure my kids know that school is important and that their family is important. Other than that, I let them do what they want. I may not always be thrilled about the choices they make, but I can only give them a hard time about the most important things.”
I don’t know why that sticks with me. I guess because parents can be either overbearing or so hands-off that either child-rearing approach will leave gaps and make for somewhat damaged kids. I don’t know why but I have a real thing for good parenting, so needless to say I love this guy.
He and one other person I met at the hotel were the biggest motivators for me to decide to go to fucking community college and try to become a successful person. I expect more from myself because of him. Neither of my parents went to college. I literally did not know how to apply for college by the time I graduated high school because I guess I was just one of those students that slipped through the cracks and didn’t understand what guidance counselors were talking about when it came down to SAT scores (which I never took, by the way) and scholarships. Not to mention, my parents didn’t know how to have a conversation with me about something they never did either. They were happy that I graduated high school and got a job. My brother wasted a ton of their money on an acting school that he flunked out of, so maybe that’s why they didn’t push it. Plus they’re divorced so they couldn’t really join forces to strategize “How To Get Morgan To College.” Long story short, I thought I didn’t need college and I still don’t feel like I NEED college, but I take it more seriously because it’s something I know I will one day look back on and feel prouder of myself for. I would like to expand upon that for the people I know that are not pursuing higher education* but I’d be making too many qualifying statements so I’m going to leave it alone. The point is that this guy here made me feel like college was, in the very least, a possibility for me, whereas my whole life I felt like, no, it was not. Too much money, too much pressure, no time, no point. But then I realized with his help that the most important thing is to take the first step and ask the questions I needed answered. Ever since then I feel intimidated by nothing . I don’t feel stupid for not knowing things. I just ask and find out. I never let myself feel inferior or like I should know better, and that is something I am forever grateful for. And I owe a lot of it to this guy. I just found his fucking Facebook and this is one of his pictures which I think perfectly conveys his personality.
(*what a gay combination of words)
Thankful for a birthday Wee and Telestrations last night
Drawings shown: flying dildo, Hulk Hogan, Elton John
When I get really furious about a movie or dining experience I have to go and write a review about it and I forgot I wrote this until there was a Silent Hill blog recommended on my dashboard (followed)
Jag und mein puppendorf