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Angry]
I am fucking pissed off and angry. Seriously, why can't she drop it for one day? It's gonna be three years of my fucking life. I'm gonna be the one in a brand new place scared shitless and hoping I didn't make the wrong choice. This choosing a university thing isn't meant to make me not like my parents as much as I do now. I can understand why they don't want me in Scotland or Wales, it takes ages to get there. Fine I'll go somewhere two, three hours away max. The course I take however is none of their fucking business. It is not ok to tell me one week that what I want to take is a "fertilised" course and then today to tell me it's "limited". I reasonably nicely asked my mum to not talk to me about courses when she started to bug me and she kept talking. Of course my temper goes off quickly so I start shouting at her to stop shoving what she wants down my throat because I don't even wanna think about it. Well it's only taken me three weeks to snap. That must be some knda record for me or something. Ugh. Parents can be the most annoying people sometimes. Normally I get on with them ok, when it comes to matters of education and university not so much.
God I should not be crying over the prospect of university. I'm sure wanting to cry every time the word university or course or next year comes out of either one of my parents mouth isn't healthy. I shouldn't be this angry at them and they shouldn't be this pushy with me. Whatever I have a R.S essay to do now. Ontological argument. Yay. The boringness will distract me for a while.
Angry]
I am fucking pissed off and angry. Seriously, why can't she drop it for one day? It's gonna be three years of my fucking life. I'm gonna be the one in a brand new place scared shitless and hoping I didn't make the wrong choice. This choosing a university thing isn't meant to make me not like my parents as much as I do now. I can understand why they don't want me in Scotland or Wales, it takes ages to get there. Fine I'll go somewhere two, three hours away max. The course I take however is none of their fucking business. It is not ok to tell me one week that what I want to take is a "fertilised" course and then today to tell me it's "limited". I reasonably nicely asked my mum to not talk to me about courses when she started to bug me and she kept talking. Of course my temper goes off quickly so I start shouting at her to stop shoving what she wants down my throat because I don't even wanna think about it. Well it's only taken me three weeks to snap. That must be some knda record for me or something. Ugh. Parents can be the most annoying people sometimes. Normally I get on with them ok, when it comes to matters of education and university not so much.
God I should not be crying over the prospect of university. I'm sure wanting to cry every time the word university or course or next year comes out of either one of my parents mouth isn't healthy. I shouldn't be this angry at them and they shouldn't be this pushy with me. Whatever I have a R.S essay to do now. Ontological argument. Yay. The boringness will distract me for a while.