It’s amazing what university can do to a person. One minute you have a good roommate, the next you don’t. There is drinking, sex, drugs, all manners of temptations you have to deal with. Some people succumb to the pressures, to the distractions, and let themselves get lost in it. They find themselves susceptible to everything around them and they crack. They flee university because they can’t handle it anymore, they tell you that it’s all too much and they can’t control themselves around it.
And then there’s those who flourish.
Sure, I may not be getting the marks I hoped for, and God knows I get distracted all the time. But I’m still here. I’m still going to classes, I’m still working on projects, I’m still as anti-drugs as I ever was, and I still don’t drink. What makes me different? Why didn’t I become a typical university student, getting wasted every night with my new friends, going to bars in Hull only to stagger back after midnight?
I’d like to think it is because I’m a strong, independent person, and I have my exceptional parents to thank for that.
They may not have been the most typical “I love you so much sweetie” parents that you see in movies, and they didn’t dole out praises unless you earned them, but they are fantastic parents. I am who I am today because they raised me right.
They raised me to be my own person, to stand up for myself, and to not let anyone or anything change me. They taught me that I have to work for the things I want, if I want praise, I have to work for it, and if I want to succeed, it’s all on me. They didn’t coddle me, they weren’t my friends: they were my parents. There were times I wished they weren’t, but when I look at how I thought about them back then, and how I treated them, how I thought that they just didn’t understand, I’m ashamed. I know all teenagers get like that, and I can honestly say I’ve changed. And you know what? All those times they said that when I was older, I’d understand? Well, they were right. Parents usually are.
So thank you. I love you guys.