when it rains, it pours
that has never been more true in my life than now
people have just proven over and over again that they are immature and untrustworthy. its quite sad, actually.
tuesday was filled with excessive amounts of meaningless drama
for example, the lady I babysit for called me and said that Conner was forgetting his bible verses that we went over and couldn't remember what all he had for homework every day. she said "well, whatever it is that you're doing with him for homework just isn't working" excuse me...my job is to pick your child up from school, take him home, make sure he does his homework, help if he needs it, and then go home. I am not a tutor, it is not my responsibility to keep up with everything he has to do-as far as homework is concerned-make sure he does it all, and to help him study for everything. if he doesn't tell me he has homework, I can't just somehow KNOW. I'm pretty sure that as a parent, all of that is your job. considering I have enough to worry about with school, working w/faculty on a research project, working for a professor, sorority, church, and babysitting that I don't have time to keep up with all the academic responsibilities of your child. he's 12 years old, he should be learning some responsibility anyway.
and I thought that tuesday was bad...
wednesday in my counseling for human services class (meets for 3 hrs once a week) our teacher gave us the option to get extra credit. one of the options was to go see the movie Brokeback Mountain. although I knew what this was about, I momentarily forgot, and so I raised my hand and asked what it was. she began to explain that it was a very controversial movie that was set in the 1950's...and so I said "oh, is it the movie about the two gay guys that ride horses?" it was an honest question, but apparently the wrong one. she got really upset with me and raised her voice to say "well that is a very judgemental and condescending way to look at it, but yes..." all the while rolling her eyes, in disgust. now in my point of view, I think there were a couple of worse ways that I could have phrased that. I tried not to be offensive, and I felt that I was merely stating facts about the movie. so I was really confused as to why she got SO upset at me, and decided that I would just say something to her after class. then she says we're going to go around the class and tell where we're doing our 20 hours of service learning. so I'm thinking to myself-great...this is going to be just great. "um, I'm Kayla and I am doing my hours at East Alabama Aids Outreach...because I had a family member die from AIDS" to this, my teacher laughs and says "Oh well that is very interesting considering the comment you just made" I told her that even though it was none of her business, that my situation had NOTHING to do with that. she made me so mad I was shaking and about to cry. are you kidding me. don't stand at the front of our class and tell us that we do not need to stereotype, assume things or be judgemental when you are going to stand there and do that exact thing to me. hypocrite. just because someone has AIDS does NOT mean they are gay (my uncle died in November of my junior year of high school, and he was not gay). practice what you preach. I wrote her a letter during class and gave it to her during our 15 minute break in the middle, then walked out. I couldn't and didn't want to stay there anymore. I told her that I didn't appreciate her calling me out in front of our entire class, she should have talked to me in private after class if she had a problem with something I said. I mentioned that I honestly did not think my statement was judgemental, yet that I was stating facts about a movie. I also said I didn't appreciate her rude, stereotypical comment about my family, of which she knows nothing about. Then I apologized if I offended her in any way, and explained that that was not my intent at all but I chose not to stay for the second half of class. my friends and I in that class just sat there with our jaws on the ground. I really could not believe it.
so the next day was Thursday and I went home to see Michael Warren and Dave Barnes at Workplay. It was amazing. Mallory, if you were there and had on a pink jacket, I saw you once but by the time I made my way over to you, you were gone. I had a lot of fun at the concert. afterwards, I went to see Crystal and Niki at Samford and got lost trying to find their dorm. I eventually get there and give Crystal her b'day/christmas present...a pink tracksuit from Express...and she already has it. well, she had the pants, but not the jacket. so I just got that bad feeling of you know well crap, you already have that. she reassured me that it meant I knew her well since I bought her something she already had. that was a good response-because at that point I was like, ok what else Lord.
friday I had to get a TB test read, which I had done on Wed, for volunteering in Auburn. the nurse told me that I could get it read at any Dr's office w/no trouble, even though I had it done in AU and was going to be in Bham for the weekend. I went to 3 offices where people looked at me like I was crazy and said they couldn't help me, before going to the ER at Brookwood and saying someone please just read my arm and sign off that I don't have it. the nurses explained the legal issues and finally, after telling her my story...a woman started feeling sorry for me and just signed off on it. I thanked her and she gave me a sucker. no trouble my big toe. then I saw Annapolis with Leanne, and that was about the highlight of my day.
I ended up coming home last night because I barely saw my mom at all. our house is going to be ready in 6 weeks, which is 6 weeks earlier than was expected! we are moving out of our Helena house in 2 weeks and so she was running around town all day picking out last minute stuff, buying furniture and what not. I was literally alone all weekend. I told her that I was going back b/c I wanted to spend time with her, but I understood she was busy. I mean if I wanted to be alone I could have done that at my apartment all weekend. at least I would have had friends here to hang out with, you know?
so I left and when I got back to the apt and unpacked everything, I realized that I can't find my digital camera. you have got to be kidding me! I mean seriously. I downloaded some pictures from it on Wednesday night after Ashlyn's candlelight (my big sis is engaged!) and then I don't remember having it from Thursday morning on. I have turned my room upside down, looked all in my car, went to the buildings my classes are in-at midnight last night-and found nothing. I think I'm just going to lie in a ball and cry, quite possibly for forever :(
people have just proven over and over again that they are immature and untrustworthy. its quite sad, actually.
tuesday was filled with excessive amounts of meaningless drama
for example, the lady I babysit for called me and said that Conner was forgetting his bible verses that we went over and couldn't remember what all he had for homework every day. she said "well, whatever it is that you're doing with him for homework just isn't working" excuse me...my job is to pick your child up from school, take him home, make sure he does his homework, help if he needs it, and then go home. I am not a tutor, it is not my responsibility to keep up with everything he has to do-as far as homework is concerned-make sure he does it all, and to help him study for everything. if he doesn't tell me he has homework, I can't just somehow KNOW. I'm pretty sure that as a parent, all of that is your job. considering I have enough to worry about with school, working w/faculty on a research project, working for a professor, sorority, church, and babysitting that I don't have time to keep up with all the academic responsibilities of your child. he's 12 years old, he should be learning some responsibility anyway.
and I thought that tuesday was bad...
wednesday in my counseling for human services class (meets for 3 hrs once a week) our teacher gave us the option to get extra credit. one of the options was to go see the movie Brokeback Mountain. although I knew what this was about, I momentarily forgot, and so I raised my hand and asked what it was. she began to explain that it was a very controversial movie that was set in the 1950's...and so I said "oh, is it the movie about the two gay guys that ride horses?" it was an honest question, but apparently the wrong one. she got really upset with me and raised her voice to say "well that is a very judgemental and condescending way to look at it, but yes..." all the while rolling her eyes, in disgust. now in my point of view, I think there were a couple of worse ways that I could have phrased that. I tried not to be offensive, and I felt that I was merely stating facts about the movie. so I was really confused as to why she got SO upset at me, and decided that I would just say something to her after class. then she says we're going to go around the class and tell where we're doing our 20 hours of service learning. so I'm thinking to myself-great...this is going to be just great. "um, I'm Kayla and I am doing my hours at East Alabama Aids Outreach...because I had a family member die from AIDS" to this, my teacher laughs and says "Oh well that is very interesting considering the comment you just made" I told her that even though it was none of her business, that my situation had NOTHING to do with that. she made me so mad I was shaking and about to cry. are you kidding me. don't stand at the front of our class and tell us that we do not need to stereotype, assume things or be judgemental when you are going to stand there and do that exact thing to me. hypocrite. just because someone has AIDS does NOT mean they are gay (my uncle died in November of my junior year of high school, and he was not gay). practice what you preach. I wrote her a letter during class and gave it to her during our 15 minute break in the middle, then walked out. I couldn't and didn't want to stay there anymore. I told her that I didn't appreciate her calling me out in front of our entire class, she should have talked to me in private after class if she had a problem with something I said. I mentioned that I honestly did not think my statement was judgemental, yet that I was stating facts about a movie. I also said I didn't appreciate her rude, stereotypical comment about my family, of which she knows nothing about. Then I apologized if I offended her in any way, and explained that that was not my intent at all but I chose not to stay for the second half of class. my friends and I in that class just sat there with our jaws on the ground. I really could not believe it.
so the next day was Thursday and I went home to see Michael Warren and Dave Barnes at Workplay. It was amazing. Mallory, if you were there and had on a pink jacket, I saw you once but by the time I made my way over to you, you were gone. I had a lot of fun at the concert. afterwards, I went to see Crystal and Niki at Samford and got lost trying to find their dorm. I eventually get there and give Crystal her b'day/christmas present...a pink tracksuit from Express...and she already has it. well, she had the pants, but not the jacket. so I just got that bad feeling of you know well crap, you already have that. she reassured me that it meant I knew her well since I bought her something she already had. that was a good response-because at that point I was like, ok what else Lord.
friday I had to get a TB test read, which I had done on Wed, for volunteering in Auburn. the nurse told me that I could get it read at any Dr's office w/no trouble, even though I had it done in AU and was going to be in Bham for the weekend. I went to 3 offices where people looked at me like I was crazy and said they couldn't help me, before going to the ER at Brookwood and saying someone please just read my arm and sign off that I don't have it. the nurses explained the legal issues and finally, after telling her my story...a woman started feeling sorry for me and just signed off on it. I thanked her and she gave me a sucker. no trouble my big toe. then I saw Annapolis with Leanne, and that was about the highlight of my day.
I ended up coming home last night because I barely saw my mom at all. our house is going to be ready in 6 weeks, which is 6 weeks earlier than was expected! we are moving out of our Helena house in 2 weeks and so she was running around town all day picking out last minute stuff, buying furniture and what not. I was literally alone all weekend. I told her that I was going back b/c I wanted to spend time with her, but I understood she was busy. I mean if I wanted to be alone I could have done that at my apartment all weekend. at least I would have had friends here to hang out with, you know?
so I left and when I got back to the apt and unpacked everything, I realized that I can't find my digital camera. you have got to be kidding me! I mean seriously. I downloaded some pictures from it on Wednesday night after Ashlyn's candlelight (my big sis is engaged!) and then I don't remember having it from Thursday morning on. I have turned my room upside down, looked all in my car, went to the buildings my classes are in-at midnight last night-and found nothing. I think I'm just going to lie in a ball and cry, quite possibly for forever :(