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I'M BAAAAAACCCKKK! Suprise. So anyway, things have been really really hectic the past few weeks- some highlights:
I think Mrs. Van finally believes that yes, I do have problems with my wrist. In my lesson week before last, I was playing a lot of low stuff (for those of you that are not flute savvy, this includes a lot of right hand pinkie stuff, which, needless to say, HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.) I was already having a shitty day, and her yelling at me did not help. And I had a complete and total mental breakdown. I was already doing this slow, shallow breathing thing so that I wouldn't cry or something pussy like that, and she got on my case about not breathing correctly. I lost it. I do the very thing that I had been trying to avoid, and burst into tears and screamed, (and I quote) "IT FUCKING HURTS, OK?" Yes, I really yelled "fucking" to my teacher. But I think I got through to her. It totally wierded her out. she wasn't mad at me, thank the Goddess. She just handed me a kleenex. Then she told me to bring in a doctor's note and she'd talk to Dr Fant. Then she let me leave early. I hate crying.
Then some other stuff happened- and some other stuff-that I don't want to talk about-
Then I got sick--
And I got a Doctor's note- still haven't talked to Dr. fant--
Did a presentation for my sex class-that I started and finished the night before-- got an A+--
Got sick again---
Some other stuff happened---that I don't want to talk about-
Got sent home from work because I'm sick----
And some other stuff happened--that I don't want to talk about-
I know I haven't been around the MC a lot, but tough. I'm tierd of all the immiture, middle school bullshit that is going on. I am tierd of putting up with shit, I am tierd of drama, and I can't wait for summer.
The End
I think Mrs. Van finally believes that yes, I do have problems with my wrist. In my lesson week before last, I was playing a lot of low stuff (for those of you that are not flute savvy, this includes a lot of right hand pinkie stuff, which, needless to say, HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.) I was already having a shitty day, and her yelling at me did not help. And I had a complete and total mental breakdown. I was already doing this slow, shallow breathing thing so that I wouldn't cry or something pussy like that, and she got on my case about not breathing correctly. I lost it. I do the very thing that I had been trying to avoid, and burst into tears and screamed, (and I quote) "IT FUCKING HURTS, OK?" Yes, I really yelled "fucking" to my teacher. But I think I got through to her. It totally wierded her out. she wasn't mad at me, thank the Goddess. She just handed me a kleenex. Then she told me to bring in a doctor's note and she'd talk to Dr Fant. Then she let me leave early. I hate crying.
Then some other stuff happened- and some other stuff-that I don't want to talk about-
Then I got sick--
And I got a Doctor's note- still haven't talked to Dr. fant--
Did a presentation for my sex class-that I started and finished the night before-- got an A+--
Got sick again---
Some other stuff happened---that I don't want to talk about-
Got sent home from work because I'm sick----
And some other stuff happened--that I don't want to talk about-
I know I haven't been around the MC a lot, but tough. I'm tierd of all the immiture, middle school bullshit that is going on. I am tierd of putting up with shit, I am tierd of drama, and I can't wait for summer.
The End