Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2006 15:01:29 GMT -5
ok this time I'm actually going to kill my mum.
1st, i have my piano exam on friday and i was.... suffering with one of my pieces tonight. So what does my caring, supportive mother do? Tell me she hates the piece, I'm getting worse and I have no hope of passing my exam. Thanks...
2nd, I had a rehersal tonight with my pianist for a concert I'm playing trombone in. I wasn't quite sure where my accompanyment for it was so mum looked for it while I was in my piano lesson. When that ended, I had to leave striaght-away, mum hasn;t found my music where I had told her to look so I went without it. Fair enough, I'm always losing my piano accomps. so I didn't think anything of it. Mum used it as an excuse to rant and rave, but I thought it was my fault so didn't compain.
3rr, In the car, she strats shouting about how I'm cheek, a cheat and liar. Ok, I'm occasionally cheeky but she should learn to have a sense of humour! Apparanly I'm cheek to teachers in school. Did any teacher say that at parents evening? nope. Was she even at parents evening? umm...nope A cheat? She can fuck right off. No one is calling me a cheat. A liar? Ok, yeah. A lie from time to time, but generally just to mrs hunter. she deserves it. So mum threatens me with grounding, blah blah... etc... if my attitude doesn;t change. I think my mum has lost her marbles cause she made a good deal of it up.
4th, Just before I start rehersing, mum starts talking to Lynne (my accomp) saying how bad my pieces are and how she doesn;t want to hear them. How supportive! So she fucks off and my rehersal is fine and I have as nice a time as possible.
On the way down the road i bumb into mr steel and dougal and have a nive wee chat with him on the way down. Best part of my night so far it has to be said.
and finally, when i get home, I decide I ought to find my accomp. So first off, I go look in the drawer where I keep all my music. And when I get to the bottom of the first pile, what do I find? Oh, my piano music exactly where I had told mum it would be. So I go tell her and she goes "No it wasn't." And it has to be said, I let rip at her. She does't even have the decency to admit that she is wrong and that she made up all sortsof shite and stuff. I wasn't even asking for an apology, maybe a sheepish smile, or an oops or something. I don't fucking care what, but I want her to fucking admit that she was wrong. Right now I'm restraining myself from fucking smashing something...
I hope snowboarding tomorrow is fun...
1st, i have my piano exam on friday and i was.... suffering with one of my pieces tonight. So what does my caring, supportive mother do? Tell me she hates the piece, I'm getting worse and I have no hope of passing my exam. Thanks...
2nd, I had a rehersal tonight with my pianist for a concert I'm playing trombone in. I wasn't quite sure where my accompanyment for it was so mum looked for it while I was in my piano lesson. When that ended, I had to leave striaght-away, mum hasn;t found my music where I had told her to look so I went without it. Fair enough, I'm always losing my piano accomps. so I didn't think anything of it. Mum used it as an excuse to rant and rave, but I thought it was my fault so didn't compain.
3rr, In the car, she strats shouting about how I'm cheek, a cheat and liar. Ok, I'm occasionally cheeky but she should learn to have a sense of humour! Apparanly I'm cheek to teachers in school. Did any teacher say that at parents evening? nope. Was she even at parents evening? umm...nope A cheat? She can fuck right off. No one is calling me a cheat. A liar? Ok, yeah. A lie from time to time, but generally just to mrs hunter. she deserves it. So mum threatens me with grounding, blah blah... etc... if my attitude doesn;t change. I think my mum has lost her marbles cause she made a good deal of it up.
4th, Just before I start rehersing, mum starts talking to Lynne (my accomp) saying how bad my pieces are and how she doesn;t want to hear them. How supportive! So she fucks off and my rehersal is fine and I have as nice a time as possible.
On the way down the road i bumb into mr steel and dougal and have a nive wee chat with him on the way down. Best part of my night so far it has to be said.
and finally, when i get home, I decide I ought to find my accomp. So first off, I go look in the drawer where I keep all my music. And when I get to the bottom of the first pile, what do I find? Oh, my piano music exactly where I had told mum it would be. So I go tell her and she goes "No it wasn't." And it has to be said, I let rip at her. She does't even have the decency to admit that she is wrong and that she made up all sortsof shite and stuff. I wasn't even asking for an apology, maybe a sheepish smile, or an oops or something. I don't fucking care what, but I want her to fucking admit that she was wrong. Right now I'm restraining myself from fucking smashing something...
I hope snowboarding tomorrow is fun...
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