Oh, crap
It turns out that i DO have this week of, after all - next week is college as normal, and ALL WORK must be handed in on Monday (strange, that - is it not a bank holiday? GRRR)
I HATE having "homework" to do, i HATE living with a parent who is a full-time teacher. Somehow, i have to do all of my homework in absolute private - this would not be hard, as homework usually IS private. NOT IN THIS HOUSE.
If dear mama would just keep her fucking nose out of "my affairs" and stop trying to "share" my life, i would be able to sit down and get on with this stuff. At the moment, i'm too scared to get out my notebook and start scribbling because i KNOW that someone will hear the lead on the paper or smell the sharpenings (not really) - if i were to start my coursework on a computer, i would have to switch continually between word and something less conspicuous.
As soon as i'm caught doing something academic, the questions come flooding. "When were you given that", "When is it in for", "Why haven't you done it already", "Do you want some help", "Are you sure", "Really" etc...
...fuck off and let me get on with my work - you want me to go to college and "be successful", go and occupy yourself with something that doesn't involve berating me about my coursework because you're really not helping. And don't give me crocodile tears when i've had enough and tell you to fuck off, because i'm not motivated by guilt - just FUCK OFF.
Fuck you too, Solihull college - telling me i have one week off and then changing your mind when i've already made plans.
Don't worry, K - if you're still good for the 4th, so am i - i won't be missing an awful lot...
I HATE having "homework" to do, i HATE living with a parent who is a full-time teacher. Somehow, i have to do all of my homework in absolute private - this would not be hard, as homework usually IS private. NOT IN THIS HOUSE.
If dear mama would just keep her fucking nose out of "my affairs" and stop trying to "share" my life, i would be able to sit down and get on with this stuff. At the moment, i'm too scared to get out my notebook and start scribbling because i KNOW that someone will hear the lead on the paper or smell the sharpenings (not really) - if i were to start my coursework on a computer, i would have to switch continually between word and something less conspicuous.
As soon as i'm caught doing something academic, the questions come flooding. "When were you given that", "When is it in for", "Why haven't you done it already", "Do you want some help", "Are you sure", "Really" etc...
...fuck off and let me get on with my work - you want me to go to college and "be successful", go and occupy yourself with something that doesn't involve berating me about my coursework because you're really not helping. And don't give me crocodile tears when i've had enough and tell you to fuck off, because i'm not motivated by guilt - just FUCK OFF.
Fuck you too, Solihull college - telling me i have one week off and then changing your mind when i've already made plans.
Don't worry, K - if you're still good for the 4th, so am i - i won't be missing an awful lot...