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So we went to see Grandma down in Moosemin. Which is okay. I like seeing her.
Except my entire family went, and it's greater than a six hour drive. There are five of us. In the tiny little Nisan Stanza. Which wouldn't be so bad with most families, but with mine, it's... Well, if you've ever listened to me bitch about them, you'll have some idea of how that went. Especially since we went up on Sunday and came back today, and the sister and I had to share a bed in the motel.
Even before we headed up signs weren't good. Angela's Ashes is another book that I have to read for my AP program, so I thought that I'd try to dig into it on the drive. I went looking for it, but it was missing.
Turns out the sister had commandeered it for herself, even thought I was the one who got it out from the library, and she knew what I was planning. She admitted that, but went on to claim "I've started reading it! It's mine now! I'm ten pages in!" [sic]. The parents backed her up. She then spent her entire time complaining about how bad a book it was, and how much she didn't enjoy it, but when I asked her for it if it was causing her that much pain, she just switched to "You'll never be able to get through this. I can barely read it." She continued in that vein for the entire time there. And back. And she found various other things to be rude about while we were there. My brother stole some money, and for whatever reason kept bringing up things that I did wrong years and years ago in front of Grandma.
Dad fell asleep whenever he sat down (I kid you not. He was sleeping at Grandma's place at least twice each time we went over.) but at least that means that he didn't have a chance to dig in at me.
I know I'm bitching. And I'm sorry. But my entire family has just been being... Not Very Nice, and I really am just starting to feel blah. Every time I as much as mention that I'm in grade 12 now, and going to university next year, they start tearing me down. Telling me why what I want is impossible, that I'm not going to get in any place good, that it's all just a waste of time...
It's hard not to let it get to you, is all. My self-esteem has just about hit an all time low, and nothing lately seems to be going a way that would bolster it.
I'm going to shut up now.
Except my entire family went, and it's greater than a six hour drive. There are five of us. In the tiny little Nisan Stanza. Which wouldn't be so bad with most families, but with mine, it's... Well, if you've ever listened to me bitch about them, you'll have some idea of how that went. Especially since we went up on Sunday and came back today, and the sister and I had to share a bed in the motel.
Even before we headed up signs weren't good. Angela's Ashes is another book that I have to read for my AP program, so I thought that I'd try to dig into it on the drive. I went looking for it, but it was missing.
Turns out the sister had commandeered it for herself, even thought I was the one who got it out from the library, and she knew what I was planning. She admitted that, but went on to claim "I've started reading it! It's mine now! I'm ten pages in!" [sic]. The parents backed her up. She then spent her entire time complaining about how bad a book it was, and how much she didn't enjoy it, but when I asked her for it if it was causing her that much pain, she just switched to "You'll never be able to get through this. I can barely read it." She continued in that vein for the entire time there. And back. And she found various other things to be rude about while we were there. My brother stole some money, and for whatever reason kept bringing up things that I did wrong years and years ago in front of Grandma.
Dad fell asleep whenever he sat down (I kid you not. He was sleeping at Grandma's place at least twice each time we went over.) but at least that means that he didn't have a chance to dig in at me.
I know I'm bitching. And I'm sorry. But my entire family has just been being... Not Very Nice, and I really am just starting to feel blah. Every time I as much as mention that I'm in grade 12 now, and going to university next year, they start tearing me down. Telling me why what I want is impossible, that I'm not going to get in any place good, that it's all just a waste of time...
It's hard not to let it get to you, is all. My self-esteem has just about hit an all time low, and nothing lately seems to be going a way that would bolster it.
I'm going to shut up now.
