Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?
My mother left for the yearly trip to Wichita, Kansas yesterday morning. I felt so bad seeing her leave, because this is the first time in about 7 years that I did not go on the trip with her. Every other time, we would pack up the car and make a two day journey out of it, enjoying the drive almost as much as enjoying the vacation itself.
This year, the family (my mother’s side of the family, including her parents, her brother and his family, her aunt, and my brother) decided to rent a houseboat in Arkansas for the family vacation. It sounded great. Arrive Monday afternoon, board the boat, and don’t get off until Friday morning.
I decided not to go.
I chose not to go because I am enrolled in this Far Eastern Art class, which meets twice a week, and this coming week would be our ninth (of ten) week. Every meeting that we miss hurts our overall grade, and I knew that if I skipped the lectures it would hurt me come exam time.
Really though, I didn’t want to be trapped on a boat for four nights with nothing to do. I found out that two of my cousins weren’t going to go, and I didn’t really want to be bored by listening to the adults talk all the time. And there’s only so much of the water that I can take.
I know that my mom was hurt my by decision not to go, and I’m sure that I’ll regret it, because I have always thoroughly enjoyed our vacations, and it appeared that this would probably be the last one we would be able to take together. But in the end, I think I made the right decision. I would rather her to go and have fun than for me to join her and bring her spirits down because I got bored.
This year, the family (my mother’s side of the family, including her parents, her brother and his family, her aunt, and my brother) decided to rent a houseboat in Arkansas for the family vacation. It sounded great. Arrive Monday afternoon, board the boat, and don’t get off until Friday morning.
I decided not to go.
I chose not to go because I am enrolled in this Far Eastern Art class, which meets twice a week, and this coming week would be our ninth (of ten) week. Every meeting that we miss hurts our overall grade, and I knew that if I skipped the lectures it would hurt me come exam time.
Really though, I didn’t want to be trapped on a boat for four nights with nothing to do. I found out that two of my cousins weren’t going to go, and I didn’t really want to be bored by listening to the adults talk all the time. And there’s only so much of the water that I can take.
I know that my mom was hurt my by decision not to go, and I’m sure that I’ll regret it, because I have always thoroughly enjoyed our vacations, and it appeared that this would probably be the last one we would be able to take together. But in the end, I think I made the right decision. I would rather her to go and have fun than for me to join her and bring her spirits down because I got bored.