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My second maths exam was today... I think I may have actually passed... I was able to answer all of the problems and most of them checked out on the calculator. But, of course, as per my usual test-taking protocol, I forgot all of the necessary equations that I was supposed to have memorized and had to derive them myself from bits and pieces of scattered trains of thought that have been accumulating over the course of the semester. It took me almost two hours to complete nine problems. xD;; And they were actually pretty simple. Well, they would have been if I'd had the option of referring to my notes. So, at the end of the day, I think I did not-so-bad. Which is a major improvement over the last exam (which I didn't even hand in). =D So, whatever.
I had a random crying jag today. I'm still not entirely sure what it was about, but these things happen a lot. Especially when I socialize while in a good mood (in this case, the good mood was due to the maths exam). It's strange. I'll start looking at the other people in the group and say to myself, "look at how happy they look together. I can't fit in with them" and the good mood kind of deteriorates and I start to feel really self-concious. ^^; I'm so antisocial sometimes. Katie was also doing her "I don't want to talk to you right now" thing, which kinda irked me. So yes, there was random crying, but I went to class and felt better afterward.
Hmm...
Oh. I got a crazy bus driver today. I went to Pearl Paint in search of conservation board and went home at an awkward time with a driver that I'd never seen before. Anyway. You know how if you request a stop riiiight before you get to one, they skip over it and stop at the next one? Not this guy. I requested the stop about ten feet before the sign, intending to get off at the stop after it, and the next thing I knew, I'd nearly flown off of my seat because the bus had lurched to the side of the road and stopped short. xD It all happened so fast that I was kinda disoriented for a second or two. The driver then proceeded to rant and rave incoherently, at which point I just kind of left discreetly through the back door and walked the extra two blocks. e_e; It was kinda strange.
Ooh! And I have another stalker, by the way. Remember the bipolar fellow I'd mentioned? Yeah.
I spent the evening with Mom and Katie. It got off to a bad start and just got worse from there. As we were driving out of the parking lot of NCC (we were picking up Katie from CCB--I'd missed her and went off without her and met Mom at work so we came back for her), Katie said something along the lines of "when I get to CCB tomorrow..." Mom had driven her there for the past two days, under the assumption that it'd be an infrequent thing. Katie, however, has been taking the bus on her own and coming and going as she pleases for the past few months and intends to go every day except for Friday as she is used to. So Katie has been happy and no one has ever gone out of their way to drive her and it's been working out really well.
Anyway, Mom freaked out.
She was completely outraged by the fact that no one had considered the burden that it put on her by forcing her to drive back and forth. No one had done so because nobody expected her to drive. Apparently, Katie is now her responsibility and if something happens to her on the bus, it'll be on her head. Which, you know, is a stark contrast to living in her little fantasy land where she was free of the liability of being involved with the lives of her children. Katie started crying and texting Lisa in the back seat while the two of us argued. Later, Katie had admitted (while Mom wasn't around) that she'd been upset and crying earlier and that everyone in CCB was cheering her up and making her talk to them about why she was upset. And she really wanted to follow up the next day and see everyone.
There was a nice, calm break in which we had dinner with Mrs. Lee. We were still at odds, but civil.
And after FOUR HOURS of trying to explain to Mom that she should let Katie be and try to be open so that the two of them could get a feel for living with one another again, we hadn't made any real progress. The final part of the argument took place in the car when she was driving me home from the apartment. We'd been going around in circles and finally, she had this to say: "Fine. I'm not going to argue anymore because I get it. I'm wrong and you're right. So I'll just graciously go along with your bullshit until CCB closes in May. I can do that" To which I responded with a heavy exhale and a facepalm, and went on to explain that that hadn't been my intention and that the two of them should allow eachother certain freedoms so that they can achieve balance in their new relationship. And of course, she didn't like the sound of that, so she went on some tangent about us taking liberties and shitting all over her life and how we should take into consideration that we're depriving her of the privacy that she feels entitled to, claiming that she feels "suffocated" by our presence and now that Katie's living with her, she'll need to mind her daughter when her boyfriend comes over... Ew, ew, fucking ew... Apparently, my mom is twelve years old. At that point, I'd just had enough and said, in my "assertive voice," "fucking pull over so I can walk home." We were about a mile from the house at that point, so I honestly would have and really wanted to. She responded with a "JUST CALM YOURSELF THE FUCK DOWN," because, apparently, it was totally unreasonable to be upset by what she had been saying.
Interesting.
I offered a few alternatives to her driving Katie home at night. She didn't like any of them. I'm still working on a few ideas. This situation is just exhausting. Once I figure out how to do an LJ-cut, I'm chopping up this convoluted mess of a Journal entry and going to sleep. e_e;