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One month later...
So this past month has been kind of stressful. Schoolwork surmounted by being harped on by teachers/coach/parent/et cetera about schoolwork in addition to some bitchy♠ friends can get a little stressful.
So my mother thinks that I'm depressed; and no doubt I am... when around her. I've narrowed things down. I've figured out that I only seem happy when I'm drumming, playing lacrosse, out driving around with/without friends, locked inside of my room, or just anywhere that's not school nor within close proximity of my mother.
If you would be so kind as to permit me a brief rant:
I'm not trying to shirk responsibility for anything, but there have been a several occasions where I have tried to turn things around and try to get some work done only to be denied any aid that I may request because of some predisposition to a thought that "He never does his work." I try to get some help and am promptly greeted with "Well if you did your work..." This only frustrates me more because I'm trying to do just that. So here's a quick recap: I try to start getting work done to reverse my situation, but in doing so I only seem to draw attention to the fact that I hadn't had work done prior to any occasion where this might occur, thus adding more tension to already tense relationships which provides a greater detraction to my work ethic (why try to get help if it only ends in snide remarks and frustration, not to mention no aid?); just a big vortex in general. At least, that's my take on things.
End rant. I hope I didn't whine too much (tactless bitch).
Since I do not currently have access to an automobile, I had nothing to do between school ending and drumline starting (about 2 hours), so I accompanied Robyn to troupe. I figured it would be nice to let Kate and Joey know what's happening at the very least. It turned out to be a rather good time. I had a nice long chat with Dan the man (whom I had previously not met prior) while the troupelings filled out their initial survey. 'Twas a grand time.
Now I must away to work on multiple assignments including a 1500-word paper for Creedence.
So this past month has been kind of stressful. Schoolwork surmounted by being harped on by teachers/coach/parent/et cetera about schoolwork in addition to some bitchy♠ friends can get a little stressful.
So my mother thinks that I'm depressed; and no doubt I am... when around her. I've narrowed things down. I've figured out that I only seem happy when I'm drumming, playing lacrosse, out driving around with/without friends, locked inside of my room, or just anywhere that's not school nor within close proximity of my mother.
If you would be so kind as to permit me a brief rant:
I'm not trying to shirk responsibility for anything, but there have been a several occasions where I have tried to turn things around and try to get some work done only to be denied any aid that I may request because of some predisposition to a thought that "He never does his work." I try to get some help and am promptly greeted with "Well if you did your work..." This only frustrates me more because I'm trying to do just that. So here's a quick recap: I try to start getting work done to reverse my situation, but in doing so I only seem to draw attention to the fact that I hadn't had work done prior to any occasion where this might occur, thus adding more tension to already tense relationships which provides a greater detraction to my work ethic (why try to get help if it only ends in snide remarks and frustration, not to mention no aid?); just a big vortex in general. At least, that's my take on things.
End rant. I hope I didn't whine too much (tactless bitch).
Since I do not currently have access to an automobile, I had nothing to do between school ending and drumline starting (about 2 hours), so I accompanied Robyn to troupe. I figured it would be nice to let Kate and Joey know what's happening at the very least. It turned out to be a rather good time. I had a nice long chat with Dan the man (whom I had previously not met prior) while the troupelings filled out their initial survey. 'Twas a grand time.
Now I must away to work on multiple assignments including a 1500-word paper for Creedence.