Well, this may be typical teenage mishegoss.
I was the live in house manager in a community residence for adults with developmental disabilities.
I did learn a lot, and it fell into the category of 'an honorable job that I enjoy' but
My father was worried about me, and
He was worried that I would never go back to college, so
I told him that I was taking classes at Brooklyn College during the day, since
I worked a split shift.
That was a big fat lie, and eventually
I went back to college, and to grad school, and then
I went back to college again, and then to grad school again.
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