Hey guys! So...I've been thinking about this, and after a bit of debate and deliberation I thought it's about time I published an actual book to all my updates to my life.
This won't be like my rants book in any way. Rants can remain rants. If I get...
This is no prank, guys. I finally told my mom the truth about my transferring programs yesterday.
And god, she was mad! Just because something couldn't be attained doesn't mean I had completely slacked off! I have tried so freaking hard and guess where it ended up? Me flunking...and feeling depressed...and just as good as that student who committed suicide last week! Honestly, why does she keep doing this to me?
All this morning after that she tried to talk to me about getting a tutor but here's the thing: I DON'T WANT A FREAKING TUTOR. I CAN HANDLE THIS ON MY OWN. But guess who doesn't believe me because she's seen low grades on her transcript?
I don't even know if I can believe myself.
And after that my dad decided to add more fuel to the flames by taking my freaking phone away just because I told him that computer science is not my biggest priority and that I have spatial analysis and sociology exams to worry about first!
I totally don't understand this!
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It's true, though! As if I'd hide behind excuses anymore. But I honestly can't tell them about Author Games or any more writing battles--I was writing Brooklyn's form this morning instead of doing computer science, and yet they keep probing. And they keep thinking that I've been playing on my phone--such a ridiculous statement in my personal opinion!
If I was on my phone, it'd be to make edits!
Author Games + Edits = happy me
BUT
Author Games + Edits != happy parents
Okay but that's just because low grades have been a part of the equation. But so what? I CAN HANDLE THIS ON MY OWN. I CAN HANDLE EVERYTHING JUST FINE. AND THEY THINK I CAN'T.
What kind of people are they, to constantly probe when I needed time to think alone? My father did the same especially--and it's getting seriously disconcerting. And to the point where he took my freaking phone? What kind of excuse is this?
I HAVE AUTHOR GAMES FINALES TO WRITE THIS WEEK! THREE ENTRIES DUE THIS WEEK PLUS THREE EXAMS TO STUDY FOR THE NEXT WEEK IS ALREADY STRESSFUL ENOUGH! COMPUTER SCIENCE IS LITERALLY THE LAST THING ON MY MIND!
And all this stress is making me upset too! My head is seriously stuffed with anger, and if you keep adding fuel to the flames I would not only blow up, I could tear up in frustration too! I care about my grades too, alright? The only problem right now is that I don't know where this is going to take me! I don't know what to do!
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So much for me being indecisive when I was little. Now it has come back to bite me in the butt, and it hurts so bad.
In situations like this, it's so hard to be optimistic.
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