I hate my life.
What a great beginning to a school year.
Of course, my mom had to book a cruise and force me on it during registration week.
Of course, the school had to fuck up my schedule beyond belief.
Of course, because I wasn't at registration day, I couldn't book an early spot to fix my schedule.
Of course, when it was finally my turn, I had already missed 3 days of classes with no chance of catching up.
Of course, all of the courses that I had originally signed up for was completely filled and I ended up taking shitty courses that has nothing to do with what I want to do later in life.
Of course, after all that, my mom still blames it on me that I had this screw up and is trying to get me to transfer to another school.
You know what? FUCK OFF. I tried everything: I got a number as soon as I could to change my schedule after you forced me to miss it the first time I got the chance, I made my councellor put my name down for all the waiting lists in case a spot opened up, I planned my changes even before I got to the guidance office. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
But as always, you find a way to blame it on me. If only you took French last year, this would have never happened. AS IF. Even if I did take French last year, the computer system at school would have fucked up my timetable anyway. Wanna try and blame that on me too? 'Cause obviously, I randomly snuck into the school and decided to make the schedule program crash. Duh. -rolls eyes-
This is stupid. My mom knows that there's no way in Hell that I'm going to change schools, even if my life depended on it. Yet she still tries to make me switch. If my mom is going to force me to change schools, I'm leaving home. Get ready, nyatsuuuu , this time I'm living at your place and really going to become your brother.
Of course, my mom had to book a cruise and force me on it during registration week.
Of course, the school had to fuck up my schedule beyond belief.
Of course, because I wasn't at registration day, I couldn't book an early spot to fix my schedule.
Of course, when it was finally my turn, I had already missed 3 days of classes with no chance of catching up.
Of course, all of the courses that I had originally signed up for was completely filled and I ended up taking shitty courses that has nothing to do with what I want to do later in life.
Of course, after all that, my mom still blames it on me that I had this screw up and is trying to get me to transfer to another school.
You know what? FUCK OFF. I tried everything: I got a number as soon as I could to change my schedule after you forced me to miss it the first time I got the chance, I made my councellor put my name down for all the waiting lists in case a spot opened up, I planned my changes even before I got to the guidance office. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
But as always, you find a way to blame it on me. If only you took French last year, this would have never happened. AS IF. Even if I did take French last year, the computer system at school would have fucked up my timetable anyway. Wanna try and blame that on me too? 'Cause obviously, I randomly snuck into the school and decided to make the schedule program crash. Duh. -rolls eyes-
This is stupid. My mom knows that there's no way in Hell that I'm going to change schools, even if my life depended on it. Yet she still tries to make me switch. If my mom is going to force me to change schools, I'm leaving home. Get ready, nyatsuuuu , this time I'm living at your place and really going to become your brother.