My mom and dad had their own ideas about what I should do when I grow. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but I would not tell them until after I signed up for the classes. In the meantime, my mother was bombarding me with suggestions. Her first thought was that I should be a lawyer. Once she settled on that being a career for me, there was no stopping her. I was getting literature in the mail, and it all pertained to colleges that were local and had a good law program. My father was trying to convince me to join the family business. I didn’t want to work in a restaurant. Dad’s restaurant sold the best hand made Greek food in the state, but I didn’t want to work there. I just wanted to eat there. I didn’t enjoy working there when I was in school. I wanted to be an HVAC technician. I had been saving my money, so mom and dad didn’t need to contribute. Honestly, I didn’t think mom would give me money for HVAC school. She was so focused on me being a lawyer that I was sure she would be angry when I told her my plans. She would probably walk away if she saw me studying at home, if it wasn’t for law. My girlfriend told me we could get our own apartment, and then no one could complain about me becoming an HVAC technician. I just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. I told her I’d think about it when I got out of HVAC school.