Parents Weekend
Whoever invented Parents Weekend needs to be shot. Wait, they need to be tortured extensively first, then shot.
1. Parents cannot drive through the ghetto. Kiefaber is a one way street. Don't get pissed at me and give me dirty looks for driving down the center when you want to turn the wrong way on it.
2. Parents have no clue that after 15 hours of activity with a break only to shower is exhausting. Yes, some parents got up at the same time. To them I want to say: you spent half the time sitting on your ass. You weren't running around a football field, high stepping, screaming, cheering, playing, etc. You simply sat on your ass wrapped in blankets and clapping once in a while. So if I'm tired after 15 hours, give me a fucking break and don't expect me to be all happy-go-lucky, especially when I'm worried about all the crap that I have to do tomorrow, while you simply sit on your ass on the ride home.
This isn't parents weekend related, but it pisses me off. My parents got my brother and me a cake each. First of all, I'm not a huge fan of cake. Secondly, I live with 3 other people; we aren't going to eat an entire freaking cake. Thirdly, I DON'T LIKE WHITE CAKE. I going to be 22...I would think that after that many years they'd have figured it out. (If anyone wants cake...come and get it. I sure won't eat it).
And finally, last year's birthday sucked. SAI/PMA planned a movie night on my birthday (it pretty much flopped). Two people came to the field house on my birthday. It was about that time a guy blew me off and later lied to my face. Why the hell do I want to celebrate this year? It's the same old shit, just a different year. What am I going to do this year on my birthday? Go teach, take a test, suffer through another wretched marching band rehearsal, go to a POD BBQ with shitty food. Whoopdy-freaking-do. Same old shit, different day. If I could skip Friday, I would.
On that note, I'm going to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
1. Parents cannot drive through the ghetto. Kiefaber is a one way street. Don't get pissed at me and give me dirty looks for driving down the center when you want to turn the wrong way on it.
2. Parents have no clue that after 15 hours of activity with a break only to shower is exhausting. Yes, some parents got up at the same time. To them I want to say: you spent half the time sitting on your ass. You weren't running around a football field, high stepping, screaming, cheering, playing, etc. You simply sat on your ass wrapped in blankets and clapping once in a while. So if I'm tired after 15 hours, give me a fucking break and don't expect me to be all happy-go-lucky, especially when I'm worried about all the crap that I have to do tomorrow, while you simply sit on your ass on the ride home.
This isn't parents weekend related, but it pisses me off. My parents got my brother and me a cake each. First of all, I'm not a huge fan of cake. Secondly, I live with 3 other people; we aren't going to eat an entire freaking cake. Thirdly, I DON'T LIKE WHITE CAKE. I going to be 22...I would think that after that many years they'd have figured it out. (If anyone wants cake...come and get it. I sure won't eat it).
And finally, last year's birthday sucked. SAI/PMA planned a movie night on my birthday (it pretty much flopped). Two people came to the field house on my birthday. It was about that time a guy blew me off and later lied to my face. Why the hell do I want to celebrate this year? It's the same old shit, just a different year. What am I going to do this year on my birthday? Go teach, take a test, suffer through another wretched marching band rehearsal, go to a POD BBQ with shitty food. Whoopdy-freaking-do. Same old shit, different day. If I could skip Friday, I would.
On that note, I'm going to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.