School is pointless now. The classes I'm in are useless toward my intended major, which I can't even pursue until I'm in another country.
So what happens if I don't get into any of the schools in that other country?
If that's the case, I've decided that this will be my last semester of schooling.
At least for a long, long while. I'll know by May if I made it into any of the schools I'm applying to, and if I didn't get in, I'll pick up a full time job over the summer. I'll then work for six months to a year and a half before applying for permanent residence in Canada.
At that time, I will have enough money saved to pass permanent residence requirements, and because it's American funds, it'll be several hundred dollars more than if I'd just gone up as soon as possible.
Once I have housing lined up in Canada, I'll immediately find whatever work possible, either a full time job or a couple part times and continue to save all I can for probably the duration of two years.
At this point I should be able to take about one year of schooling before having to return to full time work. Figure in a few more years of work per school year and I won't have a degree until I'm in my 30s.
But I'll be out of this country. Seems like the American motto of the 80s and early 90s was "If you don't like it, get out."
And that's exactly what I'm going to do. I could stay here and basically cruise into a degree, but it'd be for American law and therefore I'd be stuck here. I'd rather live where I want to live doing what I don't want to do than do what I semi-want to do in a place that I loathe surrounded by a culture I despise.
If anyone says anything about it to me, I'm sure it's not going to be supportive since dropping out of an elite university is a crime punishable by death.
My extended family will say I'm too smart to be out of school, my mother will blame it on Chaos and disown me for at least a few months if she's not still disowning me for living with Chaos to start with. My grandmother will cry because she was so confident she'd get to see me succeed where she never got a chance to, and that's the one that'll hurt.
Not just because she's been dumping money into getting me educated, but because she's the only one that hasn't thrown a fit because I didn't want to be whatever she wanted me to be. She, you know, actually supports me through my academic wishy-washyness.
Which is entailing a test this week over Huffman Encoding, binary math, hexadecimal math, various bit and binary/oct/hex/base10 conversions along with various protocols and other exciting crap. I'm sure all this computer science will be useful and worthwhile when I'm a cop.
Right.
What would be really nice that I never talk about because it's simply not a possibility at my age...I'm too old to start again and get far enough...would be opening my own karate school. I talked about it for years with one of my friends, all the way through junior high and middle school and even sometimes after. I don't know how he's rated now, but he used to be 10th worldwide for our age. We sparred a lot, I could beat him when I decided not to worry too much about hurting him, heh. That's still his ultimate goal too, I think, but unlike me he was able to keep with it long enough and at an early enough age that he has a chance of being respectable. He's either at or shortly going for his 3rd degree black. I'd have to start all the way back at white.
Ah well. He said if he ever gets his school the way he wants, he'd hire me on the spot. Too bad having "assistant" in front of "instructor" doesn't pay the bills.
I'd also settle for opening a small-time electronics store slash maintenance place with a couple people. I'd have to manage shipments and correspondence and legalities since I'm no good at troubleshooting, however it'd be really fun to set up sales in the front, maintenance in the back, and have a side room for biweekly or monthly LANs...rent it out for birthday parties or guilds or whatever that wanted to use the facility. That'd be dreamjob number two.
Then of course what I'm aiming for now is the RCMP job, ultimate choice number three. Chances are slim to none that I'd get into the RCMP, but I can at least be happy serving the Canadian public as a cop. And the uniform is sexier than a karate uniform, you have to admit.
Man...I'm going to catch hell for dropping. Serious hell. Off to confuse myself in programming class and think about the demons later.
