CRAPDAY. GRR.
To start with explaining my crappy day:
Well, first i got a suprise wordtest in spanish, then the nature science test probably went pretty shitty, then I had a parenttalk with a teacher I strongly dislike named Marie and mom, who started both cornering me and also I might fail Maths B which means mom told dad I'd get expelled from school because of my (according to her, they're not that crappy) crappy grades.
She's nuts yes, then after the parent-talk I confronted her about what she'd done all through the parenttalk (which basically was complain about me, when she knows nothing about me, since I don't live with her and she doesn't support me studying, rather she disturbs my studying, really) and she got crappy grades in the "gymnasiet" and moved away from home when she was 15 so she shouldn't start blaming me like she did, I seriously almost started crying during the parenttalk (yes I'm an emotional wreck this week).
Afterwards she started complaining with a loud voice to me in the hall (in front of my class which just had quit school) about how crappy my school is according to her cause I have crappy grades in maths, seriously, my classmates who heard looked differently at me afterwards, like the "pity"-look. GUH. and then she got me to start crying when she was leaving and I called dad whilst waiting for Barry who had her parent-talk, and dad's told mom she can't come see me cause she'd doing a downright good job in hurting me so much she won't ever see me after I've turned 18, and a classmate of mine (who's the biggest gossip girl ever, such a bitch aswell) and was all nice "HI, how are you" and I said I was waiting for Barry and she answered "Oh I thought it looked like you were crying". I didn't answer that "well, I did cry about 2 minutes ago!". guh. seriously bleh.
I've cried a lot three days this week, all times because of my mom.
Oh, and mom is totally against me going to London with Stina on the 23rd of april and of course she brought that up to my teacher (mom thinks I shouldn't be allowed to go until I've turned at least 25!!!!). and also she won't sign this passport paper for me so now dad's spent about 50 $ on my passport, for nothing since she won't sign it and I'm not legal to pick it up when I'm 18 and then we have to pay for it again.
And afterwards when I apologized to my STUPID teacher Marie about my mom's behaviour and her aswer was "what? you're mom can't be that bad (she doesn't know our situation, she refused to listen when I triiied to tell her) and everyone has issues with their mothers. you need to be nicer to your mom!". I wanted to strangle her so much. SO much! I started crying then again, but hid it for her
Since I'm not 18 yet, I need both my parents to do it since if else the "passportpeople" believe that dad is going to escape the country with me
And after me Marie, my teacher, had this sooo nice conversation with my mate Barry. I don't understand it. Barry was all "but she was so nice and we talked about this and that and bla blah blah". I wanted to die pretty much yeah.
Yes, Tish if you read this, I kinda copied what I wrote to you on msn cause it was a-fucking-lot and I'm too tired to re-write it. So that's why you recognize this text^^
Well, first i got a suprise wordtest in spanish, then the nature science test probably went pretty shitty, then I had a parenttalk with a teacher I strongly dislike named Marie and mom, who started both cornering me and also I might fail Maths B which means mom told dad I'd get expelled from school because of my (according to her, they're not that crappy) crappy grades.
She's nuts yes, then after the parent-talk I confronted her about what she'd done all through the parenttalk (which basically was complain about me, when she knows nothing about me, since I don't live with her and she doesn't support me studying, rather she disturbs my studying, really) and she got crappy grades in the "gymnasiet" and moved away from home when she was 15 so she shouldn't start blaming me like she did, I seriously almost started crying during the parenttalk (yes I'm an emotional wreck this week).
Afterwards she started complaining with a loud voice to me in the hall (in front of my class which just had quit school) about how crappy my school is according to her cause I have crappy grades in maths, seriously, my classmates who heard looked differently at me afterwards, like the "pity"-look. GUH. and then she got me to start crying when she was leaving and I called dad whilst waiting for Barry who had her parent-talk, and dad's told mom she can't come see me cause she'd doing a downright good job in hurting me so much she won't ever see me after I've turned 18, and a classmate of mine (who's the biggest gossip girl ever, such a bitch aswell) and was all nice "HI, how are you" and I said I was waiting for Barry and she answered "Oh I thought it looked like you were crying". I didn't answer that "well, I did cry about 2 minutes ago!". guh. seriously bleh.
I've cried a lot three days this week, all times because of my mom.
Oh, and mom is totally against me going to London with Stina on the 23rd of april and of course she brought that up to my teacher (mom thinks I shouldn't be allowed to go until I've turned at least 25!!!!). and also she won't sign this passport paper for me so now dad's spent about 50 $ on my passport, for nothing since she won't sign it and I'm not legal to pick it up when I'm 18 and then we have to pay for it again.
And afterwards when I apologized to my STUPID teacher Marie about my mom's behaviour and her aswer was "what? you're mom can't be that bad (she doesn't know our situation, she refused to listen when I triiied to tell her) and everyone has issues with their mothers. you need to be nicer to your mom!". I wanted to strangle her so much. SO much! I started crying then again, but hid it for her
Since I'm not 18 yet, I need both my parents to do it since if else the "passportpeople" believe that dad is going to escape the country with me
And after me Marie, my teacher, had this sooo nice conversation with my mate Barry. I don't understand it. Barry was all "but she was so nice and we talked about this and that and bla blah blah". I wanted to die pretty much yeah.
Yes, Tish if you read this, I kinda copied what I wrote to you on msn cause it was a-fucking-lot and I'm too tired to re-write it. So that's why you recognize this text^^