Melissa: you know, i've been thinking a lot about where to go to college lately. dad: of course, you'll want to go to the best school in the state, my alma mater, for your pre-med classes. melissa: well, my s. a.t. math scores were really low and my art teacher says she is going to exhibit my last drawing in the big art show downtown. i really love to draw and paint. i'm thinking of exploring an art career. dad: we all struggle with some subjects, but you'll me when you have your medical practice some day. melissa: dad, my talents and abilities are not the same as yours. i really have a passion for art. i love to express myself in my drawing. this is my most recent drawing. it means a lot to me. in the above scenario, what is the communication roadblock?

now, of course, the quality and the seasonability of these winter dreams varied, but the stuff of them remained.   they persuaded dexter several years later to pass up a business course at the state university—his father, prospering now, would have paid his way—for the precarious advantage of attending an older and more famous university in the east, where he was bothered by his scanty funds. but do not get the impression, because his winter dreams happened to be concerned at first with musings on the rich, that there was anything merely snobbish in the boy. he wanted not association with glittering things and glittering people—he wanted the glittering things themselves. often he reached out for the best without knowing why he wanted it—and sometimes he ran up against the mysterious denials and prohibitions in which life indulges.

there you go thats what we are missing