A conversation on the MRT

"Hello Ms Lo"
"Hi"
"Are you teaching us GP next term?"
"Nope"
"Why"
"Going to uni"- Yeah I wasn't feeling my most conversational.
"*some confusion*... again?"
"... I'm 19"- Okay. So. 1) I look old and 2) You don't listen to me in class even when its NOT about GP. Brilliant.
Eyes widen.
"... doing what?"
"Arts"
"What happened?"
"huh?"
"You did badly for A levels? What grades?"
"A's"
"... then why?"
"... because I like."
More confusion.
At this point, I grin and stare you straight in the eyes and hope, as I have on many occasions, that you... understand. Or respect. Or... something. Or even laugh! But no. It's just confusion. It's just... WHY in your eyes.

People cannot understand the choice I have made. The "I like", its simplicity, its immaturity, its... matter of factness... its indisputability... confounds them.

I understand the difficult to comprehend.
And am even more appreciative of like-minded people because of incidents like these.

In the meantime, life is a sad mix of futile tuition of my brother, nonstop housework, fiction, worry about the future, excitement about the future and the random outing.