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Sep. 25th, 2007 06:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dmxratedYesterday, Megan (my current service coordinator) visited me at school. I was having a walk outside, and she noticed me from in her car while trying to find a place to park. I decided to step inside her car to talk to her about what's new, and we drove to a different parking lot. After she parked, I told her that we might as well walk back to the Racanelli Building while continuing to talk, since that's where I usually have lunch. She asked me how school and workstudy are going, and I told her that they're both going well. She also asked me what I do during my free time, and I told her that I usually play video games (right now, Dark Cloud) and walk around outside. She told me that she lives in a dorm with three other girls, and they like to play some guitar game (the only game they're good at). When we got to the cafeteria, I bought my lunch and chose a table for both of us to sit down at, and then she noticed one of her friends (I think her name was Courtney) nearby. She decided to introduce me and her to each other, and then engaged in her own conversation with her. I said goodbye and left right after I finished eating.
I had an appointment with Dr. Perret. I spoke to him about how much schoolwork I've had to complete recently, and how close I've come at times to deciding to blow something off completely. What pisses me off is that I used to be able to sidestep assignments last year whenever I felt I needed to do so. I once did it in Human Communications, and I did it all the time in Visual Basic last Spring, and Mom never found out about it. Now, thanks to something called Blackboard, I can't do that anymore because Mom is now able to fully monitor my assignments, and the only way to skip anything is to completely refuse to do it.
Another part of this has to do with how my former aides (most notably, Ms. Bandows, who I had from 4th to 8th grades) used to get on my nerves. Ms. Bandows used to always threaten to call home unless I focused on my schoolwork (which I did), stopped chewing on my pens, or whatever else. (One time, she even threatened to do so if I choked on milk.) I was blindly afraid of her back then just for the constant "calling home" threats and her tone of voice, and I don't know why the only time I ever stood up for myself (make that, lost my temper) was on a day when she already called home twice and did so a third time when I told her I was going to dash ahead of her between periods. Other than the calling-home bullshit, I remember once, she told me to read some pages from my Science textbook, I said "I'll do it later," and she threw my own words back at me and said "No, you'll do it now." This is yet another reason why I'm tempted to let her down by skipping assignments (or at least cutting corners in some assignments).
Dr. Perret didn't have anything new to say about it, just the usual "This is your own life" lecture, but at least now I feel less resentful about this whole thing.
Also, like Megan earlier that day, he asked me what I do during my free time. I told him that I mostly play Dark Cloud on my time off. He asked me if I was able to make any good friends at Dowling, but I told him that I rarely bother to try. An important reason why I never try to make friends at school, as I explained to him, had to do with the excessive amounts of time that I was practically forced to spend with Matthew. During 12th grade (one year before he moved to Florida), I spoke to my parents about it, and we came to an agreement to reduce the amount of time to three or four hours, and I started to enjoy my or his visits more. I did admit that I kinda miss him sometimes, and was thinking of seeing if he has an account on WrongPlanet.net, but he suggested that seeking him on MySpace and then Classmates.com would be a better idea. It would be nice if I could communicate with him through AIM or MSN.
That last part of my session with Dr. Perret, by the way, has brought back memories of 12th grade, when I used to update Senior Year on Microsoft Word the same way I use this blog. Maybe when I'm less busy, I'll go back to that and add stuff in that I skipped back then, and maybe even write about events that took place between 7th and 12th grades and during my first year of college.
Thanks, Mom, for reminding me about your phone conversation with Uncle Robby. I forgot all about that. Anyway, I didn't really keep track directly of what Mom and Uncle Robby were talking about in general, but I could overhear her talking about Grandma Ella's sister Donna and her husband Allen. She spoke about how rude those two were to her and several other people. She said that Donna and Allen were no aunt and uncle to her, and she's never inviting them to any family affairs that we go on.
That's exactly the kind of relationship I briefly had with Zerodius: He was an asshole. He did nothing except bash my fanfiction and Tiara Boobowski ("crap character") and pretty much anything else I brought up. The final time I spoke to him, he said that SMW2: Yoshi's Island rewritten was not a rewrite or a novelization, but both a bastardization and a crappy crossover. I signed off of that convo, and then he continued it with "...", and continued to talk to me about Spyro, which I have "Zero" interest in (pun intended). He began to explain some fanfic that he's writing, and then asked "I'm wasting my time with this, aren't I?" My response: "Basically, yes you are. I am not interested in Spyro, period." Like, he just couldn't get that through his head when I told him the first time that the series didn't interest me. And then he continued talking about other fanfics he wrote, such as Rejected (a Pokemon fanfic), and I just came forth with myself stating that the plots of most of his fanfiction just did not interest me. That convo ended about one minute later, after we took the time to wrap it up.
I had an appointment with Dr. Perret. I spoke to him about how much schoolwork I've had to complete recently, and how close I've come at times to deciding to blow something off completely. What pisses me off is that I used to be able to sidestep assignments last year whenever I felt I needed to do so. I once did it in Human Communications, and I did it all the time in Visual Basic last Spring, and Mom never found out about it. Now, thanks to something called Blackboard, I can't do that anymore because Mom is now able to fully monitor my assignments, and the only way to skip anything is to completely refuse to do it.
Another part of this has to do with how my former aides (most notably, Ms. Bandows, who I had from 4th to 8th grades) used to get on my nerves. Ms. Bandows used to always threaten to call home unless I focused on my schoolwork (which I did), stopped chewing on my pens, or whatever else. (One time, she even threatened to do so if I choked on milk.) I was blindly afraid of her back then just for the constant "calling home" threats and her tone of voice, and I don't know why the only time I ever stood up for myself (make that, lost my temper) was on a day when she already called home twice and did so a third time when I told her I was going to dash ahead of her between periods. Other than the calling-home bullshit, I remember once, she told me to read some pages from my Science textbook, I said "I'll do it later," and she threw my own words back at me and said "No, you'll do it now." This is yet another reason why I'm tempted to let her down by skipping assignments (or at least cutting corners in some assignments).
Dr. Perret didn't have anything new to say about it, just the usual "This is your own life" lecture, but at least now I feel less resentful about this whole thing.
Also, like Megan earlier that day, he asked me what I do during my free time. I told him that I mostly play Dark Cloud on my time off. He asked me if I was able to make any good friends at Dowling, but I told him that I rarely bother to try. An important reason why I never try to make friends at school, as I explained to him, had to do with the excessive amounts of time that I was practically forced to spend with Matthew. During 12th grade (one year before he moved to Florida), I spoke to my parents about it, and we came to an agreement to reduce the amount of time to three or four hours, and I started to enjoy my or his visits more. I did admit that I kinda miss him sometimes, and was thinking of seeing if he has an account on WrongPlanet.net, but he suggested that seeking him on MySpace and then Classmates.com would be a better idea. It would be nice if I could communicate with him through AIM or MSN.
That last part of my session with Dr. Perret, by the way, has brought back memories of 12th grade, when I used to update Senior Year on Microsoft Word the same way I use this blog. Maybe when I'm less busy, I'll go back to that and add stuff in that I skipped back then, and maybe even write about events that took place between 7th and 12th grades and during my first year of college.
Thanks, Mom, for reminding me about your phone conversation with Uncle Robby. I forgot all about that. Anyway, I didn't really keep track directly of what Mom and Uncle Robby were talking about in general, but I could overhear her talking about Grandma Ella's sister Donna and her husband Allen. She spoke about how rude those two were to her and several other people. She said that Donna and Allen were no aunt and uncle to her, and she's never inviting them to any family affairs that we go on.
That's exactly the kind of relationship I briefly had with Zerodius: He was an asshole. He did nothing except bash my fanfiction and Tiara Boobowski ("crap character") and pretty much anything else I brought up. The final time I spoke to him, he said that SMW2: Yoshi's Island rewritten was not a rewrite or a novelization, but both a bastardization and a crappy crossover. I signed off of that convo, and then he continued it with "...", and continued to talk to me about Spyro, which I have "Zero" interest in (pun intended). He began to explain some fanfic that he's writing, and then asked "I'm wasting my time with this, aren't I?" My response: "Basically, yes you are. I am not interested in Spyro, period." Like, he just couldn't get that through his head when I told him the first time that the series didn't interest me. And then he continued talking about other fanfics he wrote, such as Rejected (a Pokemon fanfic), and I just came forth with myself stating that the plots of most of his fanfiction just did not interest me. That convo ended about one minute later, after we took the time to wrap it up.
Hi Eric
Date: 2007-09-25 12:51 pm (UTC)By the way, I thought you said you were going to going to post my very interesting phone call with Uncle Robby that you couldn't help but overhear ;-)
Re: Hi Eric
Date: 2007-09-25 03:19 pm (UTC)