TEEEEEEEN REBELLLLION
My. Family. Is. Insane.
Apparently, I have not talked to them in three weeks, and my phone was bombarded with calls from my Dad this weekend. This made me feel guilty, because I know they worry. I was prepared to kiss some serious ass over this, as missing a block of calls over a weekend is a dick move.
However, while barely conscious in Biology this morning, my academic director comes into class and says she needs to see me. Apparently, my parents called the school to tell them to give me a message:
If they don't hear from me, they're calling the authorities.
SDFKLGT;SFDBVLK;JHGKL;JGFKHDGFSL;JHG.
Ironically, I had just sent off an email to them, explaining my MIA status this week, being midterms and all. I was feeling guilty. Now I'm just pissed off. I'm having something remarkably similar to a rebellious teen stage, internally raging at how they're not treating me like an adult. I'm nearly fucking 20! Underneath the searing rage, I feel lucky they love me enough to sic the school and cops on me, but the searing rage is what's at the forefront of my mind right now.
EDIT:
I checked my phone, discovered they were in fact, correct in the fact that I hadn't called them for three weeks, felt guilty, and took a nap. I told myself I'd feel better once I had more sleep in me only to be woken by my housing director, informing me of the same message.
Now I'm mad all over again, and don't want to call them angry. I'm prepared to argue rather than apologize, and that's not the right state of mind to be in right now.
Apparently, I have not talked to them in three weeks, and my phone was bombarded with calls from my Dad this weekend. This made me feel guilty, because I know they worry. I was prepared to kiss some serious ass over this, as missing a block of calls over a weekend is a dick move.
However, while barely conscious in Biology this morning, my academic director comes into class and says she needs to see me. Apparently, my parents called the school to tell them to give me a message:
If they don't hear from me, they're calling the authorities.
SDFKLGT;SFDBVLK;JHGKL;JGFKHDGFSL;JHG.
Ironically, I had just sent off an email to them, explaining my MIA status this week, being midterms and all. I was feeling guilty. Now I'm just pissed off. I'm having something remarkably similar to a rebellious teen stage, internally raging at how they're not treating me like an adult. I'm nearly fucking 20! Underneath the searing rage, I feel lucky they love me enough to sic the school and cops on me, but the searing rage is what's at the forefront of my mind right now.
EDIT:
I checked my phone, discovered they were in fact, correct in the fact that I hadn't called them for three weeks, felt guilty, and took a nap. I told myself I'd feel better once I had more sleep in me only to be woken by my housing director, informing me of the same message.
Now I'm mad all over again, and don't want to call them angry. I'm prepared to argue rather than apologize, and that's not the right state of mind to be in right now.