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I swear to motherfucking God, the day cannot come soon enough when I never, ever have to talk to Raquel again.
I was ranting about my Concept Development class and then she has the audacity and the sheer insensitivity to say, "Well, MATC's not a real college" and then proceeded to degrade my entire life-choice by saying it was bad, accepting anyone who applied and implying that only those who had no other options went there because they couldn't do any better. And she said it all in this voice, like someone being a fourteen-year-old pretentious bitch made her all-knowing and all-powerful and God, I just want to slap her until she's black and blue.
And what's worse, it hurt. Like, I know it shouldn't have, because it was my decision to go to MATC because I knew the art program was incredible and I wanted to learn there, but it's like she was just belittling me in the worst possible way, like I wasn't good enough to get into anywhere else and was somehow a lesser being because of it. And I'm not, I know I'm not but it still fucking stings to hear her talk like that. She didn't even have the decency to be civil about it; my dad, who though I was basically throwing my life away when I first told him I was going to MATC, showed more tact than she did. And he's still not 100% on board with my decision.
God, I just feel like I hate herso much and I know as siblings get older they're supposed to get along better but honestly, when the day comes that I never have to submit myself to the walking bitch-fit and uppity snob that is my sister, it will be be glorious. Absolutely, marvelously, glorious.
I was ranting about my Concept Development class and then she has the audacity and the sheer insensitivity to say, "Well, MATC's not a real college" and then proceeded to degrade my entire life-choice by saying it was bad, accepting anyone who applied and implying that only those who had no other options went there because they couldn't do any better. And she said it all in this voice, like someone being a fourteen-year-old pretentious bitch made her all-knowing and all-powerful and God, I just want to slap her until she's black and blue.
And what's worse, it hurt. Like, I know it shouldn't have, because it was my decision to go to MATC because I knew the art program was incredible and I wanted to learn there, but it's like she was just belittling me in the worst possible way, like I wasn't good enough to get into anywhere else and was somehow a lesser being because of it. And I'm not, I know I'm not but it still fucking stings to hear her talk like that. She didn't even have the decency to be civil about it; my dad, who though I was basically throwing my life away when I first told him I was going to MATC, showed more tact than she did. And he's still not 100% on board with my decision.
God, I just feel like I hate herso much and I know as siblings get older they're supposed to get along better but honestly, when the day comes that I never have to submit myself to the walking bitch-fit and uppity snob that is my sister, it will be be glorious. Absolutely, marvelously, glorious.