Rant!
Yes, this will be a rant... you have been warned.
So I asked Mom to write me a recommendation letter for a scholarship... you know, she's always nagging me about them... now here's a chance for her to help. I should have asked sooner (I need it by Saturday) (there I'm admitting my fault), but oh well. She pretty much exploded. "I have to go to a wake, a funeral, I have to work extra because of the time I took off to get Dad to the doctor's, I have to go grocery shopping, and Julie has a game tomorrow night!"
Okay, now all these others are very good excuses, and I totally understand that she's really busy, especially since Dad can't drive for awhile. But the "Julie has a game" excuse is bogus. I'm really getting tired of Julie's basketball games. I love my sister to death, and this is no fault of hers, but the not-so-athletic daughter is starting to feel a bit overlooked. Neither of my parents have missed one of Julie's games this year (not even the ones an hour and a half away). They also made almost every single one of her cross-country meets. If one parent missed a meet, the other was definitely there. Same thing happened last year for all Julie's sports. My tennis meets last year? I think each of my parents came to one of my matches. This year doesn't really count because of my mono. Fiddler performances? Yeah, last minute bought tickets, almost didn't make it to one performance.
Now, Julie runs at every cross-country meet (everyone does). Julie is lucky if she plays a whole minute in basketball games this year. But my parents go to each game, because as Mom says, "We never know when her big break will come." My dad saw me play one tennis match last year, and they almost never came to my matches because they didn't know when I would play... in other words, they didn't know when my "big break" would come. Ahem.
So is it really so much to ask my mother to write one page worth of good stuff about me? I don't expect her miss Julie's game, but maybe it wouldn't hurt her to miss one game to do one thing for me.
Of course, I don't know why I bother asking. She'll probably just write about what a failure, procrastinator, lazy, good-for-nothing, pathetic excuse for a daughter I am.
Sorry I sound like a jealous bitch.
So I asked Mom to write me a recommendation letter for a scholarship... you know, she's always nagging me about them... now here's a chance for her to help. I should have asked sooner (I need it by Saturday) (there I'm admitting my fault), but oh well. She pretty much exploded. "I have to go to a wake, a funeral, I have to work extra because of the time I took off to get Dad to the doctor's, I have to go grocery shopping, and Julie has a game tomorrow night!"
Okay, now all these others are very good excuses, and I totally understand that she's really busy, especially since Dad can't drive for awhile. But the "Julie has a game" excuse is bogus. I'm really getting tired of Julie's basketball games. I love my sister to death, and this is no fault of hers, but the not-so-athletic daughter is starting to feel a bit overlooked. Neither of my parents have missed one of Julie's games this year (not even the ones an hour and a half away). They also made almost every single one of her cross-country meets. If one parent missed a meet, the other was definitely there. Same thing happened last year for all Julie's sports. My tennis meets last year? I think each of my parents came to one of my matches. This year doesn't really count because of my mono. Fiddler performances? Yeah, last minute bought tickets, almost didn't make it to one performance.
Now, Julie runs at every cross-country meet (everyone does). Julie is lucky if she plays a whole minute in basketball games this year. But my parents go to each game, because as Mom says, "We never know when her big break will come." My dad saw me play one tennis match last year, and they almost never came to my matches because they didn't know when I would play... in other words, they didn't know when my "big break" would come. Ahem.
So is it really so much to ask my mother to write one page worth of good stuff about me? I don't expect her miss Julie's game, but maybe it wouldn't hurt her to miss one game to do one thing for me.
Of course, I don't know why I bother asking. She'll probably just write about what a failure, procrastinator, lazy, good-for-nothing, pathetic excuse for a daughter I am.
Sorry I sound like a jealous bitch.