Post by {SoS}ßl¡Tz on Feb 15, 2007 10:35:03 GMT -5
Might not finish this, so if it ends abruptly.. it's because my Spanish teacher found me lol.
We'll start with a week ago. I think I told you guys, but I traded a week of computer for the bow case. I rarely went upstairs during the week I wasn't allowed to play, so.. no big deal and such.
They kept getting pissed becasuse I wasn't playing enough piano and string bass to be up to their standards. (I practiced like 30 minutes a day.)
On the Sunday I got my computer back, I went upstairs after dinner and was playing a little bit of CS:S legally for the first time in a while. Then, my dad and mom call me down and start ANOTHER discussion about how I don't practice enough. By now I've heard this conversation like 50 times in the last week and I'm starting to get a little ticked having to sit through it again, but I wait for them to finish their schpiel, but this time.. they change it up a little bit. They say "you're going to need to cut something out of your schedule if you don't have enough time for one thing." or something like that. Then somehow it changed into "Your father is going to pack up the computer tomorrow." So naturally I got pissed (of course) and then starting arguing about it.
I was like, "Wow, ok then! If I have nothing else to lose, then I might as well just quit piano and orchestra and stuff, because apparently if you get off to me not having a computer, then I'll get off to ruining my life, great parents you guys are."
Then they come back with a blow below the belt: "Well, if you're quitting all of that, then we'll send you to that boarding school."
.... This fucks everything up and I start getting violent.
I start screaming, half because I'm tired of talking about this rationally to them (it does NO good) and half because going to ASMS would screw like... everything. They don't have 5.0 AP classes, but they are very advanced classes and stuff, so I'd probably make B's and C's if I was doing well. Plus, my gf partially wouldn't go out with me because she was worried I would be leaving to go to that school next year anyways and she didn't want to go through that.
Here's where the action starts.. while I'm yelling, I start making a completely reasonable argument, which gets turned down ONCE again, so.. I punch a wall. Now this seemed like a good idea for the first few seconds and it felt really good for another 2, just long enough for me to get pissed and punch it again. Two giant holes with blood on the sheetrock are now in our living room wall. I was finished trying to fight for my computer and it was obviously useless. So I was like "Well fuck! I don't want the goddamn computer anyways, it's not like I can do anything now."
Whenever I get in fights with my parents, they know that they are being unreasonable and that I am so much more intelligent than them that they don't punish me for cussing them out and punching walls. At least they KNOW that they are being assholes for no reason.
I came back and appologized and stuff to make myself feel better. My dad spent the rest of the night fixing the wall and everything the next day was the same except I didn't have my computer. I went up and took my game disks and graphics card out of the comp before my dad could pack it up.
Hm.
~ßliTz`
We'll start with a week ago. I think I told you guys, but I traded a week of computer for the bow case. I rarely went upstairs during the week I wasn't allowed to play, so.. no big deal and such.
They kept getting pissed becasuse I wasn't playing enough piano and string bass to be up to their standards. (I practiced like 30 minutes a day.)
On the Sunday I got my computer back, I went upstairs after dinner and was playing a little bit of CS:S legally for the first time in a while. Then, my dad and mom call me down and start ANOTHER discussion about how I don't practice enough. By now I've heard this conversation like 50 times in the last week and I'm starting to get a little ticked having to sit through it again, but I wait for them to finish their schpiel, but this time.. they change it up a little bit. They say "you're going to need to cut something out of your schedule if you don't have enough time for one thing." or something like that. Then somehow it changed into "Your father is going to pack up the computer tomorrow." So naturally I got pissed (of course) and then starting arguing about it.
I was like, "Wow, ok then! If I have nothing else to lose, then I might as well just quit piano and orchestra and stuff, because apparently if you get off to me not having a computer, then I'll get off to ruining my life, great parents you guys are."
Then they come back with a blow below the belt: "Well, if you're quitting all of that, then we'll send you to that boarding school."
.... This fucks everything up and I start getting violent.
I start screaming, half because I'm tired of talking about this rationally to them (it does NO good) and half because going to ASMS would screw like... everything. They don't have 5.0 AP classes, but they are very advanced classes and stuff, so I'd probably make B's and C's if I was doing well. Plus, my gf partially wouldn't go out with me because she was worried I would be leaving to go to that school next year anyways and she didn't want to go through that.
Here's where the action starts.. while I'm yelling, I start making a completely reasonable argument, which gets turned down ONCE again, so.. I punch a wall. Now this seemed like a good idea for the first few seconds and it felt really good for another 2, just long enough for me to get pissed and punch it again. Two giant holes with blood on the sheetrock are now in our living room wall. I was finished trying to fight for my computer and it was obviously useless. So I was like "Well fuck! I don't want the goddamn computer anyways, it's not like I can do anything now."
Whenever I get in fights with my parents, they know that they are being unreasonable and that I am so much more intelligent than them that they don't punish me for cussing them out and punching walls. At least they KNOW that they are being assholes for no reason.
I came back and appologized and stuff to make myself feel better. My dad spent the rest of the night fixing the wall and everything the next day was the same except I didn't have my computer. I went up and took my game disks and graphics card out of the comp before my dad could pack it up.
Hm.
~ßliTz`