A: |
Well son … I think it's time
we talked about your future. |
B: |
My future …? |
A: |
I'm kind of hoping you'll follow in my
footsteps. |
B: |
What!? Work in the factory?! I don't think
so. |
A: |
But you have brains. You're good at math
and chemistry, and you could make good use of that knowledge. |
B: |
And become an engineer like you? |
A: |
Of course! You could have a promising
career at the factory. |
B: |
Oh … but that sounds a bit,
well, boring… |
A: |
Boring!! Not at all. It's a proper job! |
B: |
To be honest with you mum,
I've been thinking about architecture. |
A: |
Architecture? |
B: |
I believe I have a real gift for art.
Think of all those prizes I've won in drawing competitions. |
A: |
Well, dear, that's true… |
B: |
Besides, I'm not naturally
good at math and chemistry. I have to study hard to
get the grades and I don't really enjoy it. |
A: |
Don't you? I always thought you did. |
B: |
But I love art, I really do. I can lose
myself for hours when I'm drawing, and it's kind of
relaxing, not stressful like math. So as an architect
I could combine my love of drawing with a well-paid
career. |
A: |
Well son, I can see you've thought about
this. |