Alright, I know I haven't been around in forever, and I also know that this is like the eighth time I've made this kind of post. : /
I've been bogged down with so much ridiculous crap that I can barely even get any sleep let alone get online. But that's all another post. Actually, what I'm posting about now is really stupidly small and insignificant compared to most of the stuff that I've been dealing with, but sitting on a tack hurts more than sitting on a stump, right? They're equally round, yet the smaller one would hurt more even without the pointy part. Awesome metaphor, I know. :Db
I feel like I'm acting like a spoiled brat when I talk about this for some reason, but it irritates me. I did badly on a test in a class I'm doing very well in otherwise. The reason I did badly was because of miscommunication between me and the professor regarding the date of the exam. I hadn't studied at the time we had the exam because I thought it was a week later. I was extremely pissed, but I did the best I could and got over it. I figured I got maybe a fifty, if that, on the exam. When we get the exams back I find out that I got a 70 which, granted, isn't awesome, but there are 70 other numbers below 70 (including zero). I was pretty damn awesome, because I could easily pull my grade up from that.
So I get home feeling pretty relieved, and tell my mother - who I had told earlier about doing badly and who I thought would be at least a little happy - and the response I get is "Well, that's not very good."
No shit, mother dearest. Sorry I didn't do worse.
Like I need her to tell me that when I beat myself up to begin with. That was the first time I've really ever told my mother to fuck off. Which felt really good actually.
The thing that irritates me most about the whole thing is that it feels like there's a rampant double standard in my household. I do reasonably well in school. I know I could study more than I do for some things, but I still manage to get good grades. But my brother, who is completely failing at least one class this semester doesn't even get any sign of disapproval (which is all the more irritating because he can be an awesome student when he feels like it). He can sleep through classes, go out drinking at night just to come home, puke all over the bathroom (and I mean ALL OVER), and then leave the mess there with a note left on the closed door that he'll clean it later. Which of course means that my mom cleaned it up herself. If I miss a class I'm screwed when it comes to my mom.
In other news, I went target shooting with my dad today. Which was freaking awesome. :D I know everyone pretty much knows I love my dad a ton, but I really do. Even when he puts me through an emotional hell when it comes to work. Every time I hear father-daughter songs on the radio I tear up. |D;;;;; And remind me to post about how we got our new puppy soon (who I still have to post pictures of), because it still makes me cry when I think about it~.
Back to work! Hope everyone has been doing well! I miss you guys~.