  Dad just took me to fill the formulary of the techinical mechanics. And it's all mathematics. Most fathers want their sons and daughters to be a doctor or a lawyer , well, mine wants me to be a mechanic .
GEE!!!!! How lucky i am. He doesn't understand that everyone has a dream, and he can't just plan things for people - people = me-. "Everything bad thing has a good thing on it", and i'm looking for the good things on it , and i guess i've found some : he'll have to pay the italian course, and i'm -almost- that he'll have to give me some money when i ask him to!
I'm a bit sad! It could be worse , hummmmm... let me think in a way that it would be worse, way worse would make me happy... hummmmm.... he could want me to be a beggar. "Go boy, be a beggar, the trade of beggins is growwing". It doesn't have sence . &nbsp; &nbsp; PS: nothing against the mechanics or the beggars and homelesses, it's just me. 
