And then before going back for my sophomore year, I decided to change my major to arts and sciences, and my dad cut a deal with me: He said if I'd quit school he'd pay my rent for the next three years, as if I were in school.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My father resented that I was paid so much more than he was.
I went to visit my father to tell him that I was going to go to college and become an architect - that was my dream. I was like, yeah I graduated from school, but it's not like you showed up for that. But all he was worried about is whether or not I wanted money from him.
My father was the child of academics and was probably destined to become an academic himself but vetoed that idea. Bailed, dropped out of graduate school and just went to work for an insurance company. But the house was full of books and music and all of that.
I told my mom I would graduate. I owe that much to her and myself.
I kept on telling my parents school wasn't for me. And they were like, 'No you need to go university.'
I dropped out of school for a semester, transferred to another college, switched to an art major, graduated, got married, and for a while worked as a graphic designer.
My dad let me figure out what I wanted to do on my own.
I quit college and neglected to tell my dad.
My father paid for my education; then he made it clear that I was on my own.
And I finished college because I thought how much it would upset my parents if I didn't.