The Small Book of Rants Caused By Those Unexpected

Rant 1: "Tudor"

Okay so let's say that this morning was one of the rare mornings where I got up feeling happy, okay, not happy, per say, but in a good mood. I get out of bed earlier than usual, do all my morning crap, watch that cooking show with Michael Smith. You know the cooking show, it's called, 'Cooking with Michael Smith' or something like that, "You can do it too!" Idek.
So then I think "hey I have time, let's make a bagel!" Great idea, I know. I go to the freezer, open it, what's inside? Oh yah not bagels. So then I think, hey how bout an English muffin? *goes to freezer*
Oh wow look at that...SIX BAGS OF ENGLISH MUFFINS!!!! Like, okay, so we have SIX bags of English muffins, but not one bag of bagels. Okay that's cool. Not.
Then as I "happily" put my English muffin in the toaster, I get a phone call. I hate phone calls I. The morning especially when I have to be out the door in five minutes to catch my bus, but anyways, I pick it up, put on my fake "happy" voice and say, "hello?"
*static car noises from blue tooth*
"He-hello?.... Rachel...??" My mother
"What, I have to go?"
"Raymond Matthew says he has an opening, would you like to go?" *names have been changed*
"Who?"
"Raymond Matthews, you know the TUTOR I was telling you about."
"What do you mean he has an opening?"
"He says someone bailed on their appointment tonight at 7:30 and he asked me if you wanted to come?"
Okay, so let's have a little flashback here. I don't need a Tutor. At all, I'm not stupid. Now I know that a whole bunch of people have tutors, and I'm not calling you guys stupid, it's just the way my mother says it, I'll explain.
*After throwing reasonable temper tantrum about how polynomials are stupid, and that  my math class sucks, for many reasons* (I'll get back to you on that)
"Well Rachel, maybe you should get a Tudor." Mother says.
"Maybe I shouldn't." I reply. I know nice comeback.
"There's nothing wrong with getting a Tudor, he would just teach you how to study so you wouldn't have these problems." Father says in sickly over sweetening voice.
"I don't need a Tudor, (all that holding and underlining was a little too much work)  I could understand it just fine if I wanted to, but I don't because it's stupid. And my teacher sucks, it's not my fault that I don't understand it's hers, and nobody else understands it either!"
I am doing fine in math, 70, 80 % even, sure, not 90's or 200% but frankly if I'm passing it, it really shouldn't matter.
"Well, I'm gonna sign you up for one anyway."
😑 ⬅️ my face exactly.
*flashback ends*
"I don't know how many times I need to tell you, for it to get through your head, I DONT NEED A TUDOR!!!!!!!"
"Just try it on-" I cut her off.
"I DO NOT NEED A TUDOR!!!!!!" Picture like, Medusa, right before she turns someone to stone, this person being my mother.
Then I hang up on her. Nice one, I thought, you showed her. I go to the toaster, about to take the peanut butter out of the jar when... the phone rings. again.
"Hello?" I ask dying to sound happy incase it isn't my mom, but it is. Again.
"What do you want" I ask annoyed.
"Just for the record, I already signed you up." She says, okay I know my mom and she's now trying to bug me.
Well you can picture how it went from there. I screamed some more, my dad told me to cool it. I smashed the phone down in the ringer thingy, idk what it's called, and ran to my dads room to complain. But he said the same thing my mom did.
You see,  I would go 150%, and I'm sure that this Raymond guy is a nice guy, but I don't care, he could be freaking Mother Teresa, and I still wouldn't go. Once I make a point I'm sticking to it. I guess if I go, I'll just feel weak, like I gave up, and I can't let my mom win. You never let my mom win.
Well sitting to you on the bus at 8:24 wearing al, black with my hood over my head listening to "I hate everything about you" (lol I probably look like that girl from The Breakfast Club with the pixie stick and corn pop sandwich) I'm thinking, that I'm in for it. no matter how many times I said "you can sign me up all you want, I'm not going. " Also 'Dancing with the Stars' is on at 8, and there's no way I hell I'm missing it.
I suppose I'll have to get back to you, but I am very determined to do whatever it takes to not to go. And I will win, I have 3 siblings (sorta) and I always get my way over them, so I have a pretty good shot.

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Ummmmmmm..... Well I won.
Sorta.
You see mother called me and we got all into it again. And then she was all like
"I'll give you a decision, you can either go try the Tudor for an hour, or you don't got to Kiera's* party."
Well me being the dumb idiot I am says...
"Well, I'm it going to the Tudor." God past Rachel you're so dumb.
Kiera, for her birthday is having the whole Shingaling, we go to the mall, a huge ass mall for that matter, go back to her house, eat pizza and cake, and then sleepover, and watch movies all night on her monstrosity of a TV.
"Okay then I'll call and cancel."
Brilliant idea. Thought past Rachel to herself. I have one the battle! Little did I know that she had already one the war. Lol that was really cheesy and stupid I know.
So she gets home, doesn't say a word to me I feel like I'm gonna explode from anticipation, then my dad come home, we go at it all again, I hide under my bed and eat cereal until I'm cooled enough to come out. Then sit on the couch, give in, do my homework and watch Dancing with the Stars.
I can't say I'm cool, but I'll be okay, I guess. At least I'm not going to a Tudor.
Little did future Rachel know that she would be going to the party. She never misses an opportunity for free food. She didn't know how she would do it but she knew that she would find a way.

- Rachel Curtis