Please, somebody tell me where the sense is in this.
the BACKSTORY: The faculty at my school is basically a large compilation of morons. Last semester, when we recieved our schedules, they screwed up all of us in a certain elective (I won't go into details because it's irrelevant and will take more time to explain than it's worth). So basically, the past few days I've been dealing the best I can with getting my 2nd period class corrected, and of course nobody wants to cooperate.
the CRISIS: So yesterday, I talked to who I needed to talk to, and she said she'd change my schedule if I'd get approval from the Principal. I go after school to talk to him, and his secretary explains to me that he is "tied up" . . . so I return after school today. I explain the situation, he tells me I'm not the first (I know that. I know there's at least three other kids that were in my class and got screwed over), and tells me I need approval from the teacher of the class. Keep in mind, all of this is happening while I'd normally be sitting around waiting for my mom to pick up since I don't have a car. So anyway, I run across campas to find the teacher, get her approval and signature, run back, and sit in the office for like 10 minutes waiting for the Principal to finish a phone call. He hangs up, I walk inside, get his signature, run upstairs to the lady, and sit in her waiting area for about another 15 minutes waiting on HER to finish a phone call. I get into her office, tell her who I am and that I got the approval, she finally cooperates and fixes my schedule. yay.
the WRATH: Before I begin, let me explain that my mom is a message therapist. She also works out of our home. So all day long she has clients visit our house and she rubs their backs (in a nut shell). So anyway, I walked out the front of the school to see my mom's car sitting there waiting for me. So I get in the car, ABOUT to proclaim with great enthusiasm, "I got my schedule fixed!" when she EXPLODES on me because she has a brand new client at 4:00 and it's 3:35. I suppose I should also explain at this point that we live EXTREMELY close to the school- within walking distance. We can get home in about 5-8 minutes. So, naturally, I don't think there's any problem (and the truth is, there's not.) So she drives out of the parking lot in a fury, is acting very stressed out, and I ask her, "Why are you acting so stressed over this? We'll be home in plenty of time; there was nothing you could do about this, there was nothing I could even do about this, it had to be done, I don't know what you expected me to do. THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE I COULD DO." Her response is "I'm afraid she'll get there before me and have to wait on me" . . . okay, where's the logic in this? IF SHE GETS THERE 30 MINUTES EARLY SHE SHOULD SIT IN HER CAR AND WAIT ON YOU WHETHER YOU'RE THERE OR NOT. So we bicker about it for a few minutes, and then what it comes to is "Well what if she gets there, and I'm not there, and she leaves" ... Even more beatiful STUPID LOGICLESSNESS! So she gets there EARLY, realizes she's so EARLY that mom's not even home yet, AND DECIDES TO LEAVE? If anyone's really THAT stupid they don't deserve a message anyway. Much less a license to drive. So anyways, we drove home in no time, get home at about 3:50, and the client's car is sitting in the driveway. I told mom she's over 10 minutes early and not to apologize, and she didn't say anything... so anyway, I got out of the car, mom got out of the car, I went to my room and mom went to open the door, I actually heard THE CLIENT say "oh, hi! It's okay, I was early, sorry!" and then that's the last I heard of it... they're in the message room now.
So please, number one, explain to me why I'm the one who gets in trouble for all of this. And number two, please explain to me why when I offer to deal with people for mom since she clearly can't do it herself, she declines. THIS FASHION OF DEALING WITH PEOPLE MAKES NO SENSE.
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Do you have stairs in your house?
[This message has been edited by Correction (edited January 07, 2004).]
the BACKSTORY: The faculty at my school is basically a large compilation of morons. Last semester, when we recieved our schedules, they screwed up all of us in a certain elective (I won't go into details because it's irrelevant and will take more time to explain than it's worth). So basically, the past few days I've been dealing the best I can with getting my 2nd period class corrected, and of course nobody wants to cooperate.
the CRISIS: So yesterday, I talked to who I needed to talk to, and she said she'd change my schedule if I'd get approval from the Principal. I go after school to talk to him, and his secretary explains to me that he is "tied up" . . . so I return after school today. I explain the situation, he tells me I'm not the first (I know that. I know there's at least three other kids that were in my class and got screwed over), and tells me I need approval from the teacher of the class. Keep in mind, all of this is happening while I'd normally be sitting around waiting for my mom to pick up since I don't have a car. So anyway, I run across campas to find the teacher, get her approval and signature, run back, and sit in the office for like 10 minutes waiting for the Principal to finish a phone call. He hangs up, I walk inside, get his signature, run upstairs to the lady, and sit in her waiting area for about another 15 minutes waiting on HER to finish a phone call. I get into her office, tell her who I am and that I got the approval, she finally cooperates and fixes my schedule. yay.
the WRATH: Before I begin, let me explain that my mom is a message therapist. She also works out of our home. So all day long she has clients visit our house and she rubs their backs (in a nut shell). So anyway, I walked out the front of the school to see my mom's car sitting there waiting for me. So I get in the car, ABOUT to proclaim with great enthusiasm, "I got my schedule fixed!" when she EXPLODES on me because she has a brand new client at 4:00 and it's 3:35. I suppose I should also explain at this point that we live EXTREMELY close to the school- within walking distance. We can get home in about 5-8 minutes. So, naturally, I don't think there's any problem (and the truth is, there's not.) So she drives out of the parking lot in a fury, is acting very stressed out, and I ask her, "Why are you acting so stressed over this? We'll be home in plenty of time; there was nothing you could do about this, there was nothing I could even do about this, it had to be done, I don't know what you expected me to do. THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE I COULD DO." Her response is "I'm afraid she'll get there before me and have to wait on me" . . . okay, where's the logic in this? IF SHE GETS THERE 30 MINUTES EARLY SHE SHOULD SIT IN HER CAR AND WAIT ON YOU WHETHER YOU'RE THERE OR NOT. So we bicker about it for a few minutes, and then what it comes to is "Well what if she gets there, and I'm not there, and she leaves" ... Even more beatiful STUPID LOGICLESSNESS! So she gets there EARLY, realizes she's so EARLY that mom's not even home yet, AND DECIDES TO LEAVE? If anyone's really THAT stupid they don't deserve a message anyway. Much less a license to drive. So anyways, we drove home in no time, get home at about 3:50, and the client's car is sitting in the driveway. I told mom she's over 10 minutes early and not to apologize, and she didn't say anything... so anyway, I got out of the car, mom got out of the car, I went to my room and mom went to open the door, I actually heard THE CLIENT say "oh, hi! It's okay, I was early, sorry!" and then that's the last I heard of it... they're in the message room now.
So please, number one, explain to me why I'm the one who gets in trouble for all of this. And number two, please explain to me why when I offer to deal with people for mom since she clearly can't do it herself, she declines. THIS FASHION OF DEALING WITH PEOPLE MAKES NO SENSE.
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Do you have stairs in your house?
[This message has been edited by Correction (edited January 07, 2004).]
Do you have stairs in your house?