I spent 3 years studying at nursing school and I had a great time there. I made many friends. For the first time I was spending so much time away from home with the justification that I was studying. Great! ...It was an institute that used to be a place of study of continuous permanence, in other words, the three years of study were done while staying there and all applicants for these studies had to stay and live there.
By the time I got there this policy had ended. We had a morning and afternoon schedule with classes. I enjoyed it a lot, I still remember many anecdotes from my stay there.
My father hated that I decided to study nursing, every day that he could he would insult me for my choice, he would use a series of insults related to the work that nurses were supposed to do, like bathing patients, treating sick men's genitals, leaving work late, and other things that came to his sick mind.
Of course I tried my best to avoid him in the mornings and at night. But unfortunately many times when I had to take a car to get to my place of study, he just so happened to drive close by in his car and he would take me, and start again with his insults... It was terrible!
And when he left me there he gave me a certain amount of money to cover the expenses of the week... But it was only enough for one day. He never knew that I had a scholarship for the last two years of my career and he would never find out. With my money I was able to pay for all my study expenses, clothes and food, as well as help my mother with the household expenses. And I also raised a small amount of money to buy her gifts, like clothes and shoes. Those were very good times.
I was able to pay my graduation expenses... And the expenses of the many documents needed by then.
And then my graduation came. Those were the days, church, the conference room, my cap and gown... But you know what? My father did not miss my graduation, he wanted to appear in all the photos we took. Every time we were taking a picture there he was, I don't know where he came from. Always hugging people for the picture.
Of course, he did not remember that the career I chose was an offense to him, that during all my years of study he wanted me to regret my choice.
Now he wanted pictures, hugs and kisses... Those were the worst photos I can remember. I would call my mom quickly and take the photo as soon as possible so he wouldn't have time to get there. It's an experience I can't remove from my mind.
Lol that's probably what my dad would have done. Luckily my graduation is online. No need for parents, just my presence alone is enough