Last night wasn't fun. At all. While I was in Drama, I got a call from my mom. It was clear that she was pissed. She had gotten an email from one of my teachers that said if I didn't get my work in, I wouldn't get my English credits and wouldn't graduate. And while I was trying to calm her down, she got even angrier. She was angry because I wasn't freaking out like she was. I wasn't freaking out because I knew I was going to fix it, and I knew that it would be easy to fix. And she was mad because I wasn't panicking. She hung up on me saying she was going to call my dad. And she did. But thank god, dad was infinitely more calm than she was and he was easier to talk to when I called him to explain. And after talking to both of them, I broke down again. And I felt horrible about it. That is the second time in two weeks that I've cried. I don't know if it's just because it's the end of the year and emotions are running high, or if I really am just that weak. It could be both. All I know is that I can't do that again, because this time, I got caught. My teacher talked to me today in class, and apparently he heard me freaking out in the hallway (I vented to my friend in the hallway by his class after school). Thankfully that was before my fit, but all the same, I was ashamed that he had heard me like that. I hated that I couldn't keep myself calm. So, I know what I have to work on again. I have to keep a lid on my emotions.
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