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Home, but not.
Aug. 11th, 2003 10:58 amI am back from visiting my family. It is odd, my parents have known for two years that I am a mutant, but going back this last few weeks, they seem different.
I don't think they understand that I do miss them, but that I like it here too. I made the mistake of telling them I was not totally content with the classes, and they do not understand why I would not want to try another school. She is really, really upset that I am not taking a self-defense class. That makes no sense though, since she doesn't want me to get into fights.
I do not completely understand it myself. She doesn't want me to get into fights, she wants me to take that stupid fighting class, and she wants me to go to a school where I might get into fights because I am a mutant.
Whatever. She makes no sense.
And it is not as if there is anyone here hurting me! I do not think that Paige is going to smother me with shedded skin. Ew. Ew. Ew. But my mother does not think that I am healthy or safe here.
I think she is wrong. And so far she is not trying to make me leave, just saying that she is concerned. She worries about me way too much. I am not a baby. I am not going to do anything stupid.
My mother was not pleased that I missed Sunday Mass due to jet lag, but it is not as if I would have gotten a benefit sleeping through services. And I do not want to fall asleep and then make images run around the church. And I will make up with a morning Mass, if I can get a ride.
She was also not pleased that I want to cut my hair. I am a little tired of it getting everywhere in my eyes and mouth at night. She wasn't happy when I dyed it last winter, and she got used to that, so it is not as if she can stop me. And its not her head!
She is just not pleased in general, I think.
Papa is okay though. He is not as worried and is saying that my mother is overreacting and worrying too much. It used to be the other way around - how funny.
So I was home, but not really and now I am home, but not really. And that was very confusing for a sentence.
I don't think they understand that I do miss them, but that I like it here too. I made the mistake of telling them I was not totally content with the classes, and they do not understand why I would not want to try another school. She is really, really upset that I am not taking a self-defense class. That makes no sense though, since she doesn't want me to get into fights.
I do not completely understand it myself. She doesn't want me to get into fights, she wants me to take that stupid fighting class, and she wants me to go to a school where I might get into fights because I am a mutant.
Whatever. She makes no sense.
And it is not as if there is anyone here hurting me! I do not think that Paige is going to smother me with shedded skin. Ew. Ew. Ew. But my mother does not think that I am healthy or safe here.
I think she is wrong. And so far she is not trying to make me leave, just saying that she is concerned. She worries about me way too much. I am not a baby. I am not going to do anything stupid.
My mother was not pleased that I missed Sunday Mass due to jet lag, but it is not as if I would have gotten a benefit sleeping through services. And I do not want to fall asleep and then make images run around the church. And I will make up with a morning Mass, if I can get a ride.
She was also not pleased that I want to cut my hair. I am a little tired of it getting everywhere in my eyes and mouth at night. She wasn't happy when I dyed it last winter, and she got used to that, so it is not as if she can stop me. And its not her head!
She is just not pleased in general, I think.
Papa is okay though. He is not as worried and is saying that my mother is overreacting and worrying too much. It used to be the other way around - how funny.
So I was home, but not really and now I am home, but not really. And that was very confusing for a sentence.
