My Wake Up Call,
I know I’ve said time and time again, that “I’m going to be on track during school..” “I’m not going to ditch anymore..” Well, apparently it was and always has been a hunk of shit, up until today. This afternoon, I had the hugest wake up call…I’m on Moderate Probation for applying for Spring quarter. And THAT is how you know. I am going to say it and I’m going to mean it, I AM NOT GOING TO FUCK AROUND IN SCHOOL ANYMORE. Not only was it a wake up call for school, but life in general, life around the house, what I want to do with career, everything. Times are changing and I think it’s about time I caught up.
Life At Home: I had the second biggest wake up call today, my dad screaming his head off because I didn’t wash my pan. Now, we all know me and how I absolutely cannot stand when people yell at me for pointless reasons. So yes, I gave hella attitude, because 1) You don’t need to yell at me for a pan. 2) I understand why he’s mad in the first place, shit, I would be mad too if I came home to a messy house everyday. 3) I’m an adult, you’re an adult, we can all act like adults together! 4) - This is the one that got me in trouble; I will NOT stand to get yelled at for something I didn’t do! I’ve done it for my sister time after time, and she doesn’t nothing about it. Yes, I could have just washed her pans, but no. After yesterday, she can handle her own shit.
I am eighteen years of age, and she’s twenty-four.. c’mon now. If I can stand there getting BITCHED at, then shit, SO DOES SHE! & I said that, I told my dad and refused to all circumstances of washing her pans. I told him I’d be happy to wash everything else, but those two pans, and you’re damn right I stuck to it. I cleaned the whole damn kitchen (minus emptying out the dishwasher), cleaned the toilets, and swept the whole damn house. HAPPY NOW!?
So right now, we’re all in our rooms, pissed. Well, to be honest, I’m not really pissed at my dad. I can fully understand why he got mad, but he could have handled it a different way. Yelling, is so juvenille. If you want something done, it takes more balls to ask nicely than to act a bitch. (I realize I can be a hypocrite on this one, but I’m trying.)
As for me, shit, I know I have an attitude problem. But I respect my dad. Through all the fights we have, I have the most attitude because I’m not afraid to show it. I don’t feel its necessary to have two different personalities: one for home and one for friends. Fuck that, I’m me all day every day. So, shucks, I’m sorry you had to see my attitude today Dad, but next time, don’t bitch in my face.
And for you, stop crying and fucking act. Right now I would careless if you ended up crying a river. And what are you crying for in the first place? You can’t handle your dad yelling at you for 15 minutes? And if it’s about me not talking to you, than do something. I sitting here waiting for you to man up.
