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So what have I done lately...
1) Talked to two police officers (short story: mum, child abuse, alyce's behaviour). Got hauled out of Maths C, told to go up to Ms Bell's office. (Me: "Where's that?" Ned: "Main reception, up the stairs you'll know you're in the right place when the carpet gets five times more expensive.") So they were nice and all, asked a few questions, taped what I said. Felt a bit...awkward. Like, I'm sitting there, and it's actually quite nerve-wracking, and I didn't even do anything. So I almost feel sorry for the ones that have done something wrong and keep getting grilled over and over, even though they did break the law. I had a chat to Angela after that, I was going to go the next day but I was really stressed so I saw her at lunch. Sort-of okay, I have her email if things go downhill.
2) We're getting sent to family counselling. I'm not that against the counselling itself, but I can see a few reactions already. Mum's saying "We're going, I really want to work through this." I have the feeling she's going to try to turn into a Stepford wife/mum, then it'll all fall apart anyway because that doesn't work in real life and we'll be back where it we started. Dad's of the opinion, "We'll go in there, make them happy and then we can forget about it". I don't think my brother gives a shit about it. My sister said, "I'm not going to family planning", then got pissed when we told her that family counselling and family planning were two very different things. She's refusing to go, saying that she "doesn't need counselling because it won't work because she has a shit family that can't do anything right." It's only shit because she makes it that way.
3) Had a chat with Robert, swapped problems, and actually felt like he might...I don't know, respect me? Understand me? Like me? He used to be a huge jerk, but he's grown up a bit and once you get to know him he's really intelligent and almost nice. I think I like him.
4) Decided that Shaun is an asshole. He just wanted a virgin cunt, didn't give a fuck about me at all.
5) Oh yeah...walked out on Wednesday night, after having a huge-ass fight with my dad that actually resulted in physical assault from both sides. Although, it's like...it never happened. Everyone just mutually and silently agreed to forget it ever happened.
6) Started writing down my sister's antics, as suggested by Robert. He said if things get bad, at least you've got a record of it and you don't spend too much time just trying to find words when you want to tell someone how you feel.
7) Nailed my SOS presentation on Goths! We were either going to nail it, or fuck up royally. And guess what? A whole 10+ minutes without palm cards.
8) Got my Maths B assignment back from last term. Man, I fucked up badly. I think I may have actually failed. I'm back on track this term though. Biology is going well too; for some reason it comes easily to me which it never has before. English is alright, we're doing a "dramatic presentation" (read: play) from "Box the Pony", which is a play about a half-aboriginal girl, her life in rural Queensland in the 80s, and the life she had there, as well as the life she made for herself. So there's a fair bit about racism, sexism and so on, sounds kinda dodgy but it's actually quite fun. I get to play the part of the girl's absusive, aborignal boyfriend who she runs away from. I get to act drunk! And just swear and totally lay into the "little half-caste bitch.." who "oughta know 'er place, cookin' and cleanin', just cus she's got a whitefella fer a father dun mean she better than the rest of us, the bitch thinks she's got one up on us...I put her in her place, hit her real good, the bitch is gonna be sorry for runnin' off like she did, she deserve what she got..." Then Genevieve, playing a black woman in a pub goes, "Aw, get off yer high horse, gorn, yer arsehole...that myall little black gin Steffy deserve better than you, gunnar gunnar, poor little black gin 'avin you, she could be anything she wants. She's doin' good for us blacks and us women out 'ere, makin' a life fer herself, all of us women talk about up an' leavin', goin' walkabout, but that Steff, she the only one who's really done it... She got balls that one, unlike you yer good-fer-nothin' asshole, big notin' yerself like yous the one who's been hurt. Tell ya what, I hear bout them black women in America la? Stickin' up for 'emselves, well I say we should too, 'steada putting up with all the shit yous give us, you're just as bad as them gin jockeys, you are..." So what do you think of it so far?
Maxwell
1) Talked to two police officers (short story: mum, child abuse, alyce's behaviour). Got hauled out of Maths C, told to go up to Ms Bell's office. (Me: "Where's that?" Ned: "Main reception, up the stairs you'll know you're in the right place when the carpet gets five times more expensive.") So they were nice and all, asked a few questions, taped what I said. Felt a bit...awkward. Like, I'm sitting there, and it's actually quite nerve-wracking, and I didn't even do anything. So I almost feel sorry for the ones that have done something wrong and keep getting grilled over and over, even though they did break the law. I had a chat to Angela after that, I was going to go the next day but I was really stressed so I saw her at lunch. Sort-of okay, I have her email if things go downhill.
2) We're getting sent to family counselling. I'm not that against the counselling itself, but I can see a few reactions already. Mum's saying "We're going, I really want to work through this." I have the feeling she's going to try to turn into a Stepford wife/mum, then it'll all fall apart anyway because that doesn't work in real life and we'll be back where it we started. Dad's of the opinion, "We'll go in there, make them happy and then we can forget about it". I don't think my brother gives a shit about it. My sister said, "I'm not going to family planning", then got pissed when we told her that family counselling and family planning were two very different things. She's refusing to go, saying that she "doesn't need counselling because it won't work because she has a shit family that can't do anything right." It's only shit because she makes it that way.
3) Had a chat with Robert, swapped problems, and actually felt like he might...I don't know, respect me? Understand me? Like me? He used to be a huge jerk, but he's grown up a bit and once you get to know him he's really intelligent and almost nice. I think I like him.
4) Decided that Shaun is an asshole. He just wanted a virgin cunt, didn't give a fuck about me at all.
5) Oh yeah...walked out on Wednesday night, after having a huge-ass fight with my dad that actually resulted in physical assault from both sides. Although, it's like...it never happened. Everyone just mutually and silently agreed to forget it ever happened.
6) Started writing down my sister's antics, as suggested by Robert. He said if things get bad, at least you've got a record of it and you don't spend too much time just trying to find words when you want to tell someone how you feel.
7) Nailed my SOS presentation on Goths! We were either going to nail it, or fuck up royally. And guess what? A whole 10+ minutes without palm cards.
8) Got my Maths B assignment back from last term. Man, I fucked up badly. I think I may have actually failed. I'm back on track this term though. Biology is going well too; for some reason it comes easily to me which it never has before. English is alright, we're doing a "dramatic presentation" (read: play) from "Box the Pony", which is a play about a half-aboriginal girl, her life in rural Queensland in the 80s, and the life she had there, as well as the life she made for herself. So there's a fair bit about racism, sexism and so on, sounds kinda dodgy but it's actually quite fun. I get to play the part of the girl's absusive, aborignal boyfriend who she runs away from. I get to act drunk! And just swear and totally lay into the "little half-caste bitch.." who "oughta know 'er place, cookin' and cleanin', just cus she's got a whitefella fer a father dun mean she better than the rest of us, the bitch thinks she's got one up on us...I put her in her place, hit her real good, the bitch is gonna be sorry for runnin' off like she did, she deserve what she got..." Then Genevieve, playing a black woman in a pub goes, "Aw, get off yer high horse, gorn, yer arsehole...that myall little black gin Steffy deserve better than you, gunnar gunnar, poor little black gin 'avin you, she could be anything she wants. She's doin' good for us blacks and us women out 'ere, makin' a life fer herself, all of us women talk about up an' leavin', goin' walkabout, but that Steff, she the only one who's really done it... She got balls that one, unlike you yer good-fer-nothin' asshole, big notin' yerself like yous the one who's been hurt. Tell ya what, I hear bout them black women in America la? Stickin' up for 'emselves, well I say we should too, 'steada putting up with all the shit yous give us, you're just as bad as them gin jockeys, you are..." So what do you think of it so far?
Maxwell