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Mar. 25th, 2003 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foi_nefasteMy father is a wonderful man. And this should be acknowledged.
He is a chemist and a pharmacist by formation; the president of a rather large company, which he started himself, by choice. I explain this only to clarify the fact that he did not entirely approve of my decision to study english literature, although he did say he supported me.
I got my acceptance letter yesterday, while he was away in Toronto. I called him, rather happy, telling him I'd been accepted, unconditionally, into one of the 3 best universities in the country. He was having supper with a few business associates, and so, I found out, was proud enough to share the news.
He wanted to give me something, to signify this, sort of. And so, knowing that I absolutely love books, he went to a few bookstores, where he apparently didn't find anything much of interest. However, someone gave him the address of an old bookshop, where he found the book he gave me. It's Famous Women Authors, and it was published in 1890. And it's wonderfully beautiful, and interesting.
The best part of this, actually, is that my father, even if he doesn't understand either my love for books, or my desire to study literature, actually went into all the trouble of finding such a marvelously interesting book. And that he was that proud of me. He's never shown it so clearly before. Even my mother just said 'that's nice', and then wandered off.
I cried when he gave me the book... It's so nice of him to have thought of that, really.
He is a chemist and a pharmacist by formation; the president of a rather large company, which he started himself, by choice. I explain this only to clarify the fact that he did not entirely approve of my decision to study english literature, although he did say he supported me.
I got my acceptance letter yesterday, while he was away in Toronto. I called him, rather happy, telling him I'd been accepted, unconditionally, into one of the 3 best universities in the country. He was having supper with a few business associates, and so, I found out, was proud enough to share the news.
He wanted to give me something, to signify this, sort of. And so, knowing that I absolutely love books, he went to a few bookstores, where he apparently didn't find anything much of interest. However, someone gave him the address of an old bookshop, where he found the book he gave me. It's Famous Women Authors, and it was published in 1890. And it's wonderfully beautiful, and interesting.
The best part of this, actually, is that my father, even if he doesn't understand either my love for books, or my desire to study literature, actually went into all the trouble of finding such a marvelously interesting book. And that he was that proud of me. He's never shown it so clearly before. Even my mother just said 'that's nice', and then wandered off.
I cried when he gave me the book... It's so nice of him to have thought of that, really.
