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@seeUpee, well, I was able to go home to eat lunch which was nice. But as far as skipping class goes, I didn't start doing that til my junior year (grade 11). And I was 18 for my senior year, so I stopped going to my first couple periods for a while, and there wasn't anything the school could do about it. But, my dad didn't like it, so he ended up kicking me out of the house because of it, which I deserved because he told me he would and I tested him. It was a good lesson for me.
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@seeUpee, I moved in with my mom. She lived about 45 minutes away from school, and to spite him I made it to school on time the rest of the year. And, he wasn't ever mad at me, he just wanted me to understand that if I push the boundaries, there are consequences. Honestly, it helped me learn to take responsibility for my actions and overcome those consequences, so I appreciate him doing it. We have a good relationship now, and I've got a lot of respect for him.
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@Doctor Yak, bro! Amen to that! Growing up and that I am the oldest, I got into a lot of trouble. That I needed to set an example for the rest of my siblings... well, I acted out and disagreed with them a lot. Once I wised up and matured I realized I was wrong as well. I really learned a lot thru tough love. I know exactly where you are coming from. I actually ended up thanking them later on for teaching me so well. Hell yeah! Makes me happy to hear that you can appreciate your old man. Respect is what is all about!
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@Doctor Yak, I really hope I can have this kind of relationship with my kids where I can truly let them see the consequences of their actions without worrying that I am screwing them up or that they are going to always hate me. Your dad sounds amazing because he taught you so well whilst still bringing you up to respect why he did it. Wish me luck because its a damn hard line to question which side you should be on
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@Hold your horses, my parents did a couple of things really well. Even though they ended up getting divorced, they never fought in front of us, and they never spoke ill of each other. Also, they treated me with respect. Like, when I wanted to have a later bed time, I told them that I felt that I was old enough to, and told them I'd still meet my responsibilities, like getting up on time, and they gave me a chance to prove myself. I very rarely got the "because I said so" reason for any rules or punishments when I was old enough to understand that that wasn't a good enough reason for me to use. And the older I got, the rarer that stuff got, until I was old enough for them to explain their reasoning to me for anything I disagreed with, and if they couldn't come up with a good reason for something, they conceded to me, and I got my way. They were always there as a safety net, but they let me make my own mistakes too and deal with the consequences myself if I could.
My great-grandpop: We had to walk to school uphill both ways! Me: C'mon Pop, is that really true? GG-Pop: I really don't fvckin remember, we had cocaine in our cough syrup in those days.