Restraining Order
The hearing for our restraining order against the Ogre was scheduled for Friday morning at 10 a.m. I woke up at six, and not because I wanted to; I hadn't slept more than two or three hours the night before. This past week, I've been a wreck worrying about the whole ordeal.
I got off lucky in the end, though. The Ogre wanted to settle things out of court; he gets to keep his job and avoid jail time, and in return, he leaves us the fuck alone. Permanently. I wanted to give him hell; I wanted to see him to suffer; I wanted to scream when I heard the decision. I wanted the last two and a half years of my life back. But as long as I never have to lay eyes on that disgusting excuse of a human being again, I'll get over it.
Testifying...would not have been pleasant. I've seen that witness stand; it's scary. It's like a stage, only no one in the audience is cheering for you. No one is expected a good show. I'm scared shitless of stages.
Class starts in a week. College is looking more intimidating, more senseless every day. What's the point? I'll go work my ass off to get a degree and then what? Spend the next 35 years of my life trying to convince a bunch of ungrateful little shits that Shakespeare is worth a try. Not that any of them will listen. I can spend the rest of my life the exact same way I spent the past 18 years: pretending to be something I'm not.
Funny, I'm beginning to think I'm getting good at it.
I got off lucky in the end, though. The Ogre wanted to settle things out of court; he gets to keep his job and avoid jail time, and in return, he leaves us the fuck alone. Permanently. I wanted to give him hell; I wanted to see him to suffer; I wanted to scream when I heard the decision. I wanted the last two and a half years of my life back. But as long as I never have to lay eyes on that disgusting excuse of a human being again, I'll get over it.
Testifying...would not have been pleasant. I've seen that witness stand; it's scary. It's like a stage, only no one in the audience is cheering for you. No one is expected a good show. I'm scared shitless of stages.
Class starts in a week. College is looking more intimidating, more senseless every day. What's the point? I'll go work my ass off to get a degree and then what? Spend the next 35 years of my life trying to convince a bunch of ungrateful little shits that Shakespeare is worth a try. Not that any of them will listen. I can spend the rest of my life the exact same way I spent the past 18 years: pretending to be something I'm not.
Funny, I'm beginning to think I'm getting good at it.