Cerberus
Junior Student
Gnomedog.
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Jan 19, 2007 21:37:03 GMT -5
Post by Cerberus on Jan 19, 2007 21:37:03 GMT -5
I'm sorry you're getting screwed over so badly, Pyris. But I have a bit of a rant that I need to get out.
I have a senior friend named Eric. I've been friends with him since halfway through my freshman year. At least, I thought so.
Last week he asked me to a movie. I agreed, because why not spend time with a friend? We ended up going Sunday and I had a pretty good time. Well, I got to lunch yesterday and what does one of my friends ask?
"So Sam, you're going out with Eric?"
Shocked, I told her that of course we weren't. I don't want a boyfriend right now and I certainly don't remember agreeing to go out with him in the first place. One of my other friends had warned me that this would happened, but I didn't listen. >.>
I haven't gotten to correct him on this yet, but I hope to soon. He's a nice guy, but I just can't see myself going out with him.
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Idiot
Junior Student
A rose by any other name would have as many thorns...
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Jan 19, 2007 23:25:05 GMT -5
Post by Idiot on Jan 19, 2007 23:25:05 GMT -5
Sounds like Eric interpreted "going to a movie during the weekend with a cute girl" as "going out."
It's a typical guy thing. Try not to break his heart too much.
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Jan 22, 2007 17:17:32 GMT -5
Post by stardragon on Jan 22, 2007 17:17:32 GMT -5
Wow Py! I'd definately demand someone go over your papers etc. I'd never take a teacher a second time if I know they failed me due to personal reasons not academic ones! If you have to, go to the next person up the ladder. And definately don't let them drop your major class!
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Jan 22, 2007 18:48:18 GMT -5
Post by Pyris on Jan 22, 2007 18:48:18 GMT -5
I'm letting my mom at it... She finally ..ah.. convinced me ((*cough FORCED ME INTO SUBMISSION cough cough*)) that the best course was to go to the School Board of Education for our county. I can only hope, because we've used every resource possible inside the school, but everywhere I turn, all I get is 'No'.
Cerb. Hey, it's okay, guys are stupid like that sometimes. That doesn't mean he's less of a friend.. Just means that he doesn't interpret things well.
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Jan 23, 2007 13:47:37 GMT -5
Post by stardragon on Jan 23, 2007 13:47:37 GMT -5
Good for you mom! I know it's no fun to fight the system but sometimes you need to!
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Jan 29, 2007 18:24:36 GMT -5
Post by Sesshoumaru on Jan 29, 2007 18:24:36 GMT -5
I swear, if I don't get this out, I'll explode.
Okay, get this: My mother comes home yelling at my niece, then walks in and sees that the dishes are not done. Well, duh, they're not done. I've done them two Monday's already, and we're supposed to alternate days, since the five-day week is uneven. I don't see what her problem is, since I do it with my hands, and she skives off with the dishwasher. Anyway, she announces to me that I should do the dishes, then gets my attention after a few more minutes to tell me that I am no longer allowed to be on till ten o'clock. She says she wants me off at nine-thirty. So of course, since that was totally unfounded, I told her it was. Yes, I could have taken it better, but was that honestly fair to me? Sometimes I get off late from the computer, but I can't get to sleep til eleven anyway.
And of course if I say that, she'll set my bedtime at seven or something in complete overreaction.
I've had it up to here *motions at least a foot over her head* with my mother's 'tude, and I'm seriously considering moving out the instant I get my license.
That's not saying much, since I'm still as far away from it as I was when I was fifteen, and now I'm eighteen. Knowing her, she'll let me have it when I'm twenty-five. If I get on the computer, that is the greatest Sin of all. If I play games, that's the second greatest Sin. If I draw, that's another one that bothers her, since I draw anime. And if I write, it bothers her for the same reason.
Then of course, if I read manga, that also bothers her. So what exactly should I do? Nothing? *sigh of frustration* Alright, I'm done. Done with this rant, and definitely done with her.
And the main thing here, in case anyone wants to chew my head off for not being on, my mom changed my time from 9-10 to 9-9:30.
Rest assured, if she wants to screw with my time, I'll be on much earlier than nine. I am not one to be skived out of thirty minutes for nothing, and I'll prove it.
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Jan 31, 2007 11:21:00 GMT -5
Post by Pyris on Jan 31, 2007 11:21:00 GMT -5
Tell your mom to bug off. I sort of had the same problem a few years ago. I wanted my major to be art, right? She wouldn't let me do it. She wanted me to be a Lit major. And I would've been, but Kris and Jayson stole all my art at the time and stapled it around her room. After a whole bunch of arguments, we concluded that we're different people, and we like different things. Yeah, the things I'll do might get on her nerves, but that happens to go two ways. We reached a comprimise. I don't play my radio when she's in the house (seeing as she hears metal music from half a bloody mile away) and she doesn't sing when I'm around. She has a horrible singing voice. She doesn't read the material me and Jay--Now just me-- write, and I don't read her poetry. I get the computer from a certain time to a certain time, and she gets it while I'm at school. Lately, though, I haven't had the time to get online. That sucks. I don't have a chore, because I have a job (And with all the kids in the house, they do them anyway) but I can see where the whole "I don't like what you're doing so you can't do it" thing comes from. *shrug* Not the same situation at all, I guess, but that's what happened with meh.
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Jan 31, 2007 11:41:03 GMT -5
Post by Sesshoumaru on Jan 31, 2007 11:41:03 GMT -5
Maybe it's not the exact same, but I get what you're saying.
Sadly, tell a Cuban mother to bug off and she'll beat your arse. Trust me when I say that, because I know it to be true by experience. I've had the ouchies to prove it.
...Yes. I said ouchies...
Anyway, I'm on probation, as in if I stay on the comp over ten, my mom mentally documents it...ugh. Still, I dont' think she was in the right to yell about everything to me.
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Feb 23, 2007 15:29:36 GMT -5
Post by Alexander Nikara on Feb 23, 2007 15:29:36 GMT -5
Rant time for me.
So, my eigth grade science teacher has us doing a chapter on the solar system. About half way through the chapter she gives us a handout statin the diameter in kilometers of each planet. Now I understand that Pluto isn't a planet but for this chapter she made us call it a planet. So anyways, this handout says that Mercury is 4,888 km in diameter. It also says that Pluto is 6,000 km in diameter. So when the test comes around I put down that the smallest planet was Mercury. I get it wrong. Naturally. So I go to her about it and she goes off on me about how I should have known that the imformation that SHE gave us was innacurate. Now, I made a 95 on this test. A 91 without the bonus points that she gave everyone. But still, the principle of the matter is that she gave us false information and some people may have paid dearly for it. Her exact words were as follows. "I'm sorry, but I won't change your grade," I replied with "I'm sorry ma'am, but that is unacceptable." She then proceeded to threaten me with taking everyone's bonus points away, so I shut up. My Dad's gonna give her hell though, so it should all work out in the end.
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Feb 26, 2007 20:31:45 GMT -5
Post by Sesshoumaru on Feb 26, 2007 20:31:45 GMT -5
I...I don't know that this is much of a rant...but...I'm very afraid of the direction my life is taking.
All of my life I've known that the stupid thing to do would be leave my home prematurely. That is, before I have a steady job and a home. However, I feel I cannot continue living under my mother's roof, at least not if I want to preserve my sanity and my well being.
Today, my mother came home on her anniversary of 13 years together with my stepfather. She asked him why he kept turning off the car light and that she wanted him to quit it. They argued.
I believed the argument was over, and went to give my mother a kiss and a hug. She ended up screaming very close to my ear, so, flustered, I stormed back into the living room. I admit that was my mistake. But she then accused me of wanting all of her attention and saying I had butted into her business.
That brought about an argument of our own, one that, despite what she said, I certainly wanted no part of. I may be many terrible things, things I can list with the greatest of shame, and one of those terrible things is that no matter who accuses me, I will defend to the death what I believe is right. Once again, I argued with her, trying to convey to her that I wanted no part of her marital affairs, but that I simply wanted to show her affection.
As the argument progressed, she told me what an ungrateful brat I was. She called me a bitch. She referred to me as a Judas. She told me I did not love her. And neither tears nor word, high or low could do anything to stop her.
Eventually, my hysterical shouts and tears drove her to tell me to get the fuck out of her presence. When I did not, because I had not proven myself legitimate in her eyes, she chased me to the other side of the house and began to beat me with her fists.
Because she didn't like the look in my eyes.
I shouldn't have argued. I shouldn't have stomped off. But is that a requited response? Because if it is...perhaps I haven't anything else I want to be around to find out about.
Whether temporary or permanent, better or worse, I will be very unresponsive for a while. However long that is, I only hope that you, my friends, can accept why I will not be myself. I cannot bring myself to laugh, I cannot bring myself out of depression. I aplogize for that profusely, but if I have nothing to be happy for, I will not be the one to fake it. It is impossible, or at least much too difficult for me to attempt.
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Feb 26, 2007 20:56:06 GMT -5
Post by S-to-the-T on Feb 26, 2007 20:56:06 GMT -5
Wow... You know Sessh, I wish there was something else I could say besides that I'm sorry. Something that would make it better. So, I'm sorry, and I hope things get better. You definetly don't deserve this. :/
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Feb 26, 2007 21:04:27 GMT -5
Post by Sesshoumaru on Feb 26, 2007 21:04:27 GMT -5
Sometimes, I have to wonder whether that is true...whether I am to blame or not. Either way, it isn't your fault any of this has happened, therefore really, you don't need to apologize.
I do realize the thought of the apology however, and I am glad my friends care. Because as far as I see it, my family shall never believe my words.
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Feb 26, 2007 21:33:18 GMT -5
Post by S-to-the-T on Feb 26, 2007 21:33:18 GMT -5
Sessh. You tried to hug your mom. And kiss her. My mom would LOVE if I did that. Your mom's damn lucky she has a daughter like you. It's no where near your fault, and so you aren't to blame.
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Feb 26, 2007 22:42:48 GMT -5
Post by S-to-the-D on Feb 26, 2007 22:42:48 GMT -5
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...Omg...
...*Speechless*
...Sessh...
<:'-[ I'm so sorry...
...Sessh, that's it. You need to talk to someone. And I'm not talking about just pouring it all out on here, or to a friend in private. I'm talking about you really need to talk to someone who can do things for you. I know you've told me how there's no one you can go to at school, in your neighborhood, anywhere...But there has to be someone.
There has to be.
You have to have someone who's your favorite teacher...someone you can confide in...Someone who can make things happen for you...
There's gotta be someone for you, Sesshoumaru...Please, stop trying to keep this all to yourself. Spilling it out on here might help you a little by sharing it with others, but that will only do so much. You need to get this out, to tell someone else about it. You life shouldn't be like this. You deserve so much more. You're so nice, and smart, and funny, and talented...You deserve so much more than the hellhole you call home. So much more.
And it's killing me to see you like this. Every time you talk about it, every time you tell me a new story...It kills me. It really hurts me, deep inside, Sessh, to see you like this. For so long, you've been verbally abused...And now she's crossed the line. She's hurt you physically.
Now is the time. Now, more than ever, you need to stand up for yourself. Get help. Get your mom therapy, get family counciling, get whatever. You need something. Anything.
Anything other than this...Please, Jessica, I'm begging you. Don't brush me off. Don't ignore me. You need this. Don't deny yourself the happiness you could have...You could be so happy...You could have such a great life...But it kills me to see you like this. Please, Jess, I'm literally holding back tears as I type this. I can't...I can't take it. It's so hard...to see you like this, and feel so helpless...so powerless to stop it. I hate it, Sessh...I hate seeing you like this. You deserve more. You need more.
Please. Get help. No matter what the cost...you need it.
It's starting to scare me.
I can't imagine what it's doing to you.
*Gives a huge hug, and cries for you*
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Feb 26, 2007 22:52:28 GMT -5
Post by S-to-the-T on Feb 26, 2007 22:52:28 GMT -5
Looks like it's SD's turn to be the advice giver. If it matters, I agree 100% with everything she just said Sessh.
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