So there I was minding my own business trying to catch up on my readings for tomorrow’s class and my parents start arguing and raising their voice downstairs. I come downstairs to make a sandwich and inform them that I, in fact am trying to be productive and read my mother apologizes and my dad starts lecturing me per usual. Again another argument. He starts lecturing about: money, apartments, school, etc..I stand there and try to keep my cool because normally when I respond like the smart ass that I am these things could last forever. But this guy just doesn’t know when to stop. I don’t know how much longer I can really take this. He really acts as though I want to be living at home, like I choose to be scrutinized like this, like this transition is easy for me. Going from a community of people whom continuously lift you up, with some obvious exceptions, to this extreme change has quite possibly the hardest experience of my life. They say that going to college is supposed to be a hard transition, but no one really warns you about coming back after college. I’m not like other folk who have the luxury of working their savings up to get an apartment in a year or two, I made the seemingly silly decision of going to graduate school which leaves me with no disposable income other than that my parents choose to give me, leaving me under their control and with a considerable amount of work on my hands. My dad has offered to help me pay for an apartment, but it sounds so much easier than it is. In undergrad, I was surrounded by such a large community of people, friends in multiple different social circles. Being in graduate school just isn’t the same, there are 6 people in my cohort, we started at 8 but 2 dropped out after the first couple of weeks. So how am I supposed to know someone enough to become roommates with them? Well, I don’t. Many of them are married or have children or commute themselves. I suppose I could live with people I don’t know which I assume I will resort to doing eventually but school is beginning to take its toll on me and my parents expect me to drop everything and find an apartment for the price I would have in Riverside but in Long Beach which has just not been possible. Today has been the biggest blow out in my house and normally I don’t vent on here at all but my mental preoccupation was beginning to prevent me from my studies and I still have quite a bit of work to do by tonight so I thought writing my thoughts down would be helpful. Post-grad really is a bitch.