I wish I had a funny quote to open up this post, but I just don't. I might think of one later on and it will just go in the middle of two sentences, not making any sense. Shounds good.
Have you ever taken the wrong medication before school? Or just not even taken your medicine at all? That shit can kill a person's whole day. Especially if you forgot your depression medicine or something, cause even though it shouldn't make you feel any different after missing one day, you subconsciously start to feel all depressed and sad once you realize you forgot it. That's not what happened to me though. The other day, I think Thursday, I accidentally took my sleeping medication in the morning. Imagine some kid sitting in class looking like they're about to fall out of their seat, but he/she is trying to hard to stay awake they look like a blow-up person who's supposed to look stoned as hell; eyes 80% closed, and they keep swaying. THAT WAS ME. I was trying so hard to be like "I gotta pay attention!" The lights were off because we were looking at a powerpoint, and the class is boring anyway, it was just a wreck. My friend kept laughing at me and finally it clicked, I must've taken the wrong medication. As soon as I stepped into my house (not really, I got something to eat first.) I checked my medication, and sure enough I had taken my sleeping pills. I'm at least proud of myself for not completely dying in every class.
Have you ever wanted to do something so bad, and your parents don't think you can prove yourself, so they don't let you? That's the worst feeling ever. How do you show them you really are ready to pick up this expensive hobby, and stick with it? I want to learn the cello so bad, but the problem is, I tried to learn the cello in the 7th grade, and after a few months I stopped getting lessons (for miscellaneous reasons, not all my fault.) and my beautiful singing instrument sat in the corner of my room, not being touched by anything except maybe the cat. We were renting the cello, and it took us a long time to finally get around to taking it back (you know how parents are) which racked up unnecessary bills. Well, now I want to really learn this time, I PROMISE, but they don't want the same thing to happen again. Okay, sure, I see where they're coming from, but I know that I will actually try this time. They don't believe me. That's where my question comes in, how do I prove to them that I really want to pick this up again? Continually do my chores around the house is not proving a damn thing. I don't have any other instruments I've learned to show for it, either. I can't think of really anything I can do other than just get the damn cello and show them when I have it. Life don't make no sense.
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