GET ME OUT OF HERE!

When you're feeling low, there's nobody like your mother to make you feel like complete garbage.

Last week, I got the official notice of my dismissal from ISU, and a letter from the department of residence instructing me to cancel my contract. As you might imagine, I wasn't in the best spirits this past weekend. On Sunday before church, my mom decided to remind me that I was supposed to get a job this summer. "I've been trying. I can't find anything." (a little half-truth here--I wasn't trying very hard for most of this summer) "Well, you were also supposed to be taking driver's ed. Have you done anything about that?" Here is where I blew up. I shouted back "NO! I don't even have a valid learner's permit right now, so I can't even sign up!" "Have you gotten loans for next year yet?" (Shows how much I tell them) I almost shouted back "No, but it doesn't matter. They won't let me come back for the fall anyway." but I managed to shut up. This is the real reason I don't like going home for the summer. If my mom and I are in the same city for more than a month, we end up fighting.

My dad and I left for church early that morning (an hour before the service started, with only a half-hour drive), and it took everything I had to keep from crying all the way there and all the way back. I don't like confrontation, but my mother seems to feed off it, and she knows just which buttons to push to get me shouting at her.

When we got home, I went straight to my room and stayed there for the rest of the day, crying for the first hour or so, then escaping into the world of Pokemon. She had yesterday off, but we didn't talk much.

As Queen put it,
I just gotta get out of this prison cell,
Someday I'm gonna be free, Lord!