by apollo. » Fri May 20, 2016 10:59 am
My mother. Is driving me. Insane.
All I did was miss one day of school, one, because I am genuinely sick and it hurts to talk or swallow and my head hurts, I'm not making this up or exaggerating. I was supposed to go to school just for my last class, and I get why she thinks I need to go because it's a difficult subject, but honestly my teacher does nothing in that class.
He's trying this online teaching thing, so as he sits on his computer and 'grades things' *Cough* plays candy crush *cough* we sit in his class, and he literally doesn't care about whatever you're doing as long as you're not extremely loud for too long. About 30% of the kids just talk the whole class, 50% are on their phones on pintrest, or Facebook, or youtube, so it's not like I'd even get more done there. I tried explaining this to my mom, but she thinks somehow I'll need the teacher to answer questions, even though he doesn't do anything even if you ask for help he tells you to google it. She got really mad when she found out I didn't end up going to that class today, so I could nap instead.
Ok, I'll admit, my throat isn't awful, but I really don't want to go today. I'm tired, and as I said, sick. I have a friend whose parents let her skip school every time she can't get to sleep until late, which would be so not ok in my house. If I can't sleep at all that night, my mom still makes me go, in fact, even if I did go without whining, she'd still yell at me for staying up the whole night, like I wanted to stare at the ceiling for hours not sleeping. Why can't I just take the occasional day off, it's not like there's nothing wrong with me, I could use a mental health day, and physically I'm sick as well. But nooo my moms so insistent on going to school, there's almost nothing that could convince her to let me stay home. Honestly I'm surprised she let me stay home today even if I said it was just going to be the first half of my day.
She gave me a 20 minute lecture about how difficult school is, and how hard it is to catch up, and how I always procrastinate and leave everything to the last minute (totally not true, most kids just mess around all week then cram the night before, I actually work most of the time in class, and almost every night) and I got upset and made one sarcastic comment about how I had no idea that I was going to have to catch up, and she got reaally upset with me. I know I shouldn't have said it, and after I tried to take it back, but she just yelled at me about how I'm upset all time and ugh, I know you don't have to remind me. I don't enjoy feeling miserable all the time. I don't intentionally do it. I actually try to smile more around her, and I almost never say anything even remotely rude to her, I do a whole bunch of stuff around the house without her even asking, and if she does ask, I'll do it without arguing. I know I'm lazy and don't want to do things, I know i'll have to catch up and I know I'm going to be stressed, but I just can't deal with it now. She's the one who told me not to worry about this class too much because she knows about the teacher and the class setup.
Saying I never do anything though, is so completely uncalled for. I'm the one who cleans the house to her neurotic standards, I'm the one who helps her cook and who tries not to ask her for favours.
Nothing I do is good enough for her. And I mean, I get it, because I'm not doing so great this year, but I already feel bad enough without her getting all mad at me and guilting me for being unhappy and not getting good grades. She acts like I'm trying to get bad grades, like I enjoy this. I'm upset with myself already. If this was easy to fix, I would have done it already. I'm sorry. I know I'm selfish, or spoiled, or over dramatic or whatever being unhappy over dumb problems makes me, but I swear I don't want to feel this way. I try to stop. I try to do better, and to fix what I'm unhappy about, but I just can't seem to.
I wish she would just relax a little about my life. It's my life, i'm the one who has to live with the consequences.