OK, well, Jane says this will help so get ready for perhaps the biggest rant I will ever write xD.
Firstly, can I just say how much I hate the German language? I think I'm about to go over to Germany, find the people who invented this language and shoot them for inflicting such a God awful way of speaking onto the world. No offence to German people, but the language is just...foul. I do not like it. I do not like learning it. In fact, no, I
HATE learning it. I do not want to do it anymore and it's become more of an obligation to the university that I learn it, not because I actually want to. This is somewhat of a brash turnaround as a few weeks ago I was singing the praises of the langauge but now, I just hate it again. It's hard and all the people; literally
ALL the people in the class are better than me even if they claim they're not. I've never felt as stupid and ignorant as I do in that class. It makes me wonder why I bother at all with any of it.
People have said that I'm a major perfectionist with a mainstream inferiority complex. As much as I want to deny that, I can't. It's true. It's so incredibly true that I never even noticed it before. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm terrible at German. Any questions that I got right today were either because I a) guessed or b) read them off of Abi's work. I had no idea myself.
I have a meeting with my teacher tomorrow but I don't want to go. I don't want to go and hear that she thinks I '
could do better' or that I need to '
work harder'. I am trying, it just doesn't show. On the plus side, my stress needed and outlet and instead of being destructive (even if I nearly did smash a window on a booth at the beach), I channelled this rage into something productive and actually tidied my room. It's strange, I can actually walk across the room without tripping. Also, FYI, don't go to teh seafront when it is windy. Just don't.
Secondly, can I just say how much my mother needs a slap? Or at least just a brain to listen to what people say and at least feign sympathy. But no! She seems totally incapable of doing this. She seems to find in 100% impossible to accept that I have problems that she cannot fix. I told her I was struggling in German, her reply was "Move down a group.". What, pray tell, would that accomplish? All it would do is waste a year of my life as I'd have to go into 3a when everyone goes up to 4a when I've already done 3a! It's IMBECILIC! Next, I tell her that I have
"no motivation to go to the lessons, let alone do the work.". Her response: "Just chuck it in, then."
Yes, thank you, that's really motivating.
Eventually, I just so exasperated with her that I told her I had to go and for her
not to tell Dad as I'd tell him myself later. (remember that, it's important) and I hung up on her before she could try to control my life even more. I was down at the seafront by this point and was going to listen to some music to calm me down (electro!Kylie would have been very helpful here xD) only for me to turn my iPod on and for it to say that it had run out of battery. I nearly screamed and threw the damn thing in the sea. Thankfully, I restrained myself and stormed back to the house and when I got there I went straight to my room and, oddly, started to tidy it. I must have been severely pissed off as I
never tidy my room voluntarily.
My sister called (as I text her asking her to) and I told her the stuff that had been happening and at least she sounded like she cared before remarking that I shouldn't have spoken to Mum. Yeah, I'd figured that out by this point. Nevertheless, Elle's phone call did put me in a slightly better mood. So, I went downstairs and put some washing on and came back upstairs and online and spoke to Ed and he told me that Mum had told Dad everything and that he was annoyed that I hadn't told him myself.
I HAD TOLD HER NOT TO SAY ANYTHING
But no! My mother had to, didn't she? She had to go and piss me off even further. And now, my dad's not even going to call or talk to me because he thinks I purposefully snubbed him; a notion I'm sure my mother enforced. It's just incredibly frustrating. Why tell him when I asked her not to?
She's coming down on Saturday, but I managed to talk Ed into coming as well so I would not have to deal with her as only Dad as a backup. Hopefully she'll have developed at least one brain cell by then.