Thursday, May 16th - 2013

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  My problems are very petty. That's what I know. My biggest problem at this singular point in time is my family seating arrangements tonight at the band banquet. My stepmother is VP of the band-booster club, and as such, she will be sitting at the head table. Thing is, since my father didn't go to the band banquet last year, she assumed that he would not be attending this year either... and so she invited her mother in his place. I do not feel that it is her place to invite anyone to an event that depends on her status as my mother, much less invite someone to replace my father. Right now I am not sure whether I will attend this banquet or not. If I don't, it would be the first act of pure defiance that I'd have shown this family... And it would completely negate my resistance to being a stereotypical teenager. But this is crossing lines that are very sacred to me. This is as mad as I ever remember being.
Yet my problems are truly petty, I'm reading a autobiography called Escape from Camp 14. My problems are petty.  

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