23 November 2012

Freudian Slip

I love my family.

We are all so weird.

I mean different.

There are five kids in my family. I'm the youngest. I have two brothers and two sisters.
We all went to Southern Utah University.
The areas of study varied from German, chemistry, sociology, and biology.

And then there's me: Eric, Bachelor's of Music Education candidate.

Both of my brothers took the medical road. My eldest brother is a Doctor of Osteopathic medicine and will be graduating from residency in June. My other brother is currently working on his Doctor of Pharmacy degree.
And they were both very active members of the Sigma Chi fraternity.

And then there's me: Eric. Who didn't choose to study science or go into medicine. Or join Sigma Chi.

And you know what?

That's okay.

My parents are supportive and are okay with the field of study I have chosen.

At least I thought they were.

My mom recently sent me a text that said, "When is your residency graduation?"

Hmmmm. Freudian slip?


  1. Maybe you should apply for a musical residency?

  2. That's kind of funny. Don't take it too seriously. She probably meant to send it to your brother.

  3. Well, you could get a doctorate in music, and then probably do a residency. Like in Austria or something. Then you would be super qualified to teach high school choir in Cedar City, and you could insist that everybody call you "Dr. Liebhardt."