Madre Rant
I've been really frustrated with my mom lately. I just really can't wait to be out on my own. Last week, she microwaved our blender, and I'm pretty much the only one in the house who used it. I had just bought a ton of stuff to make smoothies, and then she showed me how she had caused the ridiculous cracks up the side of the pitcher. (Apparently she wanted to heat up stuff for some stew soup thing she was making, and she wanted to be able to pour it after heating it. It's not like we have enough microwaveable pyrex measuring cups to supply an army. UGH.
So now that I've cooled down from that, she called me last night at 2:40 AM. Like, she literally called my cell phone from the house phone trying to figure out where I was. Apparently when I get home at 11:30 and go to bed, there's still that slight chance that I may have been abducted in the middle of the night and so blowing up my phone in the middle of the night is going to solve the great mystery of my location. (WTF.) Because of my poor reception my phone never rang, but I got a notification about a voicemail at 4:30 this morning. She insists that I leave notes for her whenever I leave the house; does this mean I have to start leaving them when I get home, too? Fuck!
And it's really hard to try and talk to her about next year. I can't mention a four year school without getting the OMG, HOW WILL YOU AFFORD IT? WHAT IF YOU GET INTO DEBT? OMG YOU NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL NEXT YEAR BUT YOU HAVE TO FOOT THE BILL stuff. I have accepted the fact that I'm going to have to take out student loans and I will be paying them back for a while, but what's my alternative? Waiting tables in this town for the rest of my life?
I've been offered alternative living arrangements for next year whether I end up here or at VCU, so that's good. If there's anything that keeps me going, it's the thought that life will always get better at some point.
So now that I've cooled down from that, she called me last night at 2:40 AM. Like, she literally called my cell phone from the house phone trying to figure out where I was. Apparently when I get home at 11:30 and go to bed, there's still that slight chance that I may have been abducted in the middle of the night and so blowing up my phone in the middle of the night is going to solve the great mystery of my location. (WTF.) Because of my poor reception my phone never rang, but I got a notification about a voicemail at 4:30 this morning. She insists that I leave notes for her whenever I leave the house; does this mean I have to start leaving them when I get home, too? Fuck!
And it's really hard to try and talk to her about next year. I can't mention a four year school without getting the OMG, HOW WILL YOU AFFORD IT? WHAT IF YOU GET INTO DEBT? OMG YOU NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL NEXT YEAR BUT YOU HAVE TO FOOT THE BILL stuff. I have accepted the fact that I'm going to have to take out student loans and I will be paying them back for a while, but what's my alternative? Waiting tables in this town for the rest of my life?
I've been offered alternative living arrangements for next year whether I end up here or at VCU, so that's good. If there's anything that keeps me going, it's the thought that life will always get better at some point.