Worst of a Bad Lot
Oct. 15th, 2002 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beandelphikiToday sucked. Period. In fact, it was the worst day this week; and with the lung collapse and all, I think that's saying a lot.
To start off with, I had Intro to Theatre today. One of my least favorite classes; it's boring and tedious. Plus it's a little stressful right now because I have to do a oral presentation in a week, and I HATE those with a passion.
Oh, and I almost fell asleep in that class again. It's becoming my official Crash Class. While that might be okay if it were held in a big lecture room, it's NOT okay when you're in a studio with only 30 other people. The prof caught me nodding off last class.
Next I had Stagecraft, where I had to explain to my profs Robyn and Daniel about why I missed school Friday, why I was in the hospital, and why I wasn't supposed to work in the shop today. (I don't have the proper air filter mask yet.)
Everyone in the class seemed to respond to the news with varying degrees of seriousness. Some people acted as if keeping me from even setting foot in the shop were a life or death situation, while others - particularly Daniel - didn't think it was any big deal. Once or twice, Robyn would tell me NOT to do something she thought was a risk - and Daniel would only turn around and order me to do it and stop "standing there doing nothing."
I can't stand this. I can't stand it when people think I'm malingering, or lazy. If I didn't totally disregard astrology, I think I'd have walked around with a sign today: "People, I'm a VIRGO! Do you think I ENJOY doing nothing?" Hell, for the last stage flat Meghan and I made, I organized everything, I cut all the wood, and I did most of the measuring and nailing. I'm not a lazy bum, and I don't look for excuses not to work.
Dad emailed both my sister and I today to give us his contact info. He mentioned at the bottom, "I'd visit, but I don't think your mother wants me around right now." Which seems perfectly reasonable to me.
I would never say it, because I'd get my face punched off, but if I were Dad, I'd avoid getting anywhere NEAR my mother if I didn't have to. (But no, I don't want to live with him, because mom and I get along a lot better. I just don't like her, you see.)
But tonight at the table, my mom started in with how unfair it was to "blame" her for not seeing Nicole (no mention of ME), when he could set it up to see her outside our home, etc, etc, and what a cop-out it was.
I tried a couple of times to explain that I don't think it was exactly a cop-out; he just feels uncomfortable being anywhere near her right now (where she'd probably start a scene), and that I don't think he was BLAMING her at all, but stating how he feels. And that may change in the future.
But I guess the distinction was too subtle for my mother; she kept insisting he was blaming her, and then out came the "pity me" tears. I gave up, pretty much.
Nicole asked what a "cop-out" was, and mom asked me to explain it.
While I suppose I could have just said, "that," I decided instead to snap, "Why don't you first explain what 'bad-mouth' means."
So I think mom kind of knows how I feel about this subject. I'm not going to listen to her babble her crap about Dad anymore. It was bad enough before, but now he's not even here to defend himself, and that's just not fair.
To start off with, I had Intro to Theatre today. One of my least favorite classes; it's boring and tedious. Plus it's a little stressful right now because I have to do a oral presentation in a week, and I HATE those with a passion.
Oh, and I almost fell asleep in that class again. It's becoming my official Crash Class. While that might be okay if it were held in a big lecture room, it's NOT okay when you're in a studio with only 30 other people. The prof caught me nodding off last class.
Next I had Stagecraft, where I had to explain to my profs Robyn and Daniel about why I missed school Friday, why I was in the hospital, and why I wasn't supposed to work in the shop today. (I don't have the proper air filter mask yet.)
Everyone in the class seemed to respond to the news with varying degrees of seriousness. Some people acted as if keeping me from even setting foot in the shop were a life or death situation, while others - particularly Daniel - didn't think it was any big deal. Once or twice, Robyn would tell me NOT to do something she thought was a risk - and Daniel would only turn around and order me to do it and stop "standing there doing nothing."
I can't stand this. I can't stand it when people think I'm malingering, or lazy. If I didn't totally disregard astrology, I think I'd have walked around with a sign today: "People, I'm a VIRGO! Do you think I ENJOY doing nothing?" Hell, for the last stage flat Meghan and I made, I organized everything, I cut all the wood, and I did most of the measuring and nailing. I'm not a lazy bum, and I don't look for excuses not to work.
Dad emailed both my sister and I today to give us his contact info. He mentioned at the bottom, "I'd visit, but I don't think your mother wants me around right now." Which seems perfectly reasonable to me.
I would never say it, because I'd get my face punched off, but if I were Dad, I'd avoid getting anywhere NEAR my mother if I didn't have to. (But no, I don't want to live with him, because mom and I get along a lot better. I just don't like her, you see.)
But tonight at the table, my mom started in with how unfair it was to "blame" her for not seeing Nicole (no mention of ME), when he could set it up to see her outside our home, etc, etc, and what a cop-out it was.
I tried a couple of times to explain that I don't think it was exactly a cop-out; he just feels uncomfortable being anywhere near her right now (where she'd probably start a scene), and that I don't think he was BLAMING her at all, but stating how he feels. And that may change in the future.
But I guess the distinction was too subtle for my mother; she kept insisting he was blaming her, and then out came the "pity me" tears. I gave up, pretty much.
Nicole asked what a "cop-out" was, and mom asked me to explain it.
While I suppose I could have just said, "that," I decided instead to snap, "Why don't you first explain what 'bad-mouth' means."
So I think mom kind of knows how I feel about this subject. I'm not going to listen to her babble her crap about Dad anymore. It was bad enough before, but now he's not even here to defend himself, and that's just not fair.
