Oak Woodberry

The Oak Leaf
2002-10-28 16:49:04 (UTC)

oh well

I know the happiest day of my life....
will be the day that I die
-Good Charlotte "the day that I Die"

No, this isn't a suicide post. This is a post about the
dreaded, the aweful, the horrible, the inhumane....


PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCES!!!!

*Oak gasps and falls over dead*

No. Really. I'm so used to these it makes me laugh. It's the
same old thing year after year. The teachers always:
1. express their concern for my grades
2. tell mom what needs to be done
3. tell mom what a "bright, wonderful young lady" I am and
that they are sad that I can't seem to do any better.
4. express their concern for my well being. Is she
depressed? Suicidal? (yes, and yes at times) What has
been done to her to hurt her?

Mom will say, no, no nothing. She maintains that nothing is
wrong. She says this is all an act.

AN ACT.

That's really rich, don't you think? What an elaborate show
I'm putting on for you all just so I can get
attention.....yeah....haha...I fooled you.

Give me a break.

I hate liars. So why would I turn into one?

Well. I gave mom an "inkling of an Idea that I wasn't happy"
when I shouted at her last night. I told her to leave me
alone and stop trying to make me whistle a tune I wasn't
made to.

and to day she'll come home and crack her whip, telling me
I'd better get to work.

Yeah, nothing's different. It's been this way forever.


Oh well.




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