Graduation

So I've been looking forward to graduation almost all year... and it was pretty decent. My ATAR was a piece of shit--- I did unrealistically expect a little better. I had a look at my scores- my maths killed me. I would've been better off--- seriously better off---- if I had never taken maths at all. This is a rather sad realization, but when I think about it, I have no real regrets in taking maths. Yes, it was a blow to what could've been an otherwise beautiful ATAR, but what I learn is mine, and a score is just a score.

After complaining about it for a good deal and throwing a general hissy fit, I caught up with people I hadn't seen for a while, so that was good. I had a lot of fun, speaking to people.

Then my parents came into the equation. They were being such... unpleasant people. How do I even describe this. Under that mask they had worn for the social occasion, I could feel the tension. And my lord it was horrendous. It seems my parents are out on a mission to ruin every happy day of my life, and to exacerbate every other day. Their record is pretty good, actually--- 100% success rate, every time. I just don't understand--- how much of a fuckward do you have to be, to do this to someone.

Apparently they had gotten impatient at my graduation, because I was so excited, talking to my teachers etc. Fair enough--- BUT THEY COULD'VE TOLD ME. Instead they said something like, "oh but everyone else's parents had left and they had stayed behind, IF YOU'D TOLD US EARLIER WE COULD'VE JUST LEFT." Naturally I look at my parents like they're retarded--- what was wrong with just calling me and leave? OR HOW ABOUT JUST COMING UP TO ME, AND TELL ME THAT THEY WANTED TO GO? When I asked, they said, "oh but you were talking to your teacher, and it would have been rude for us to approach you."

NO, IT WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN RUDE TO TALK TO ME WHILE I WAS TALKING TO MY TEACHER. It's like my parents are trying to avoid all contact with my teacher anyway. What the fuck is up with that? Though I'm glad I didn't introduce them to anyone, because of Dad's murderous expression post graduation. It's because I didn't win any faculty awards, didn't get that 99+ like he wanted, didn't dress the way he wanted, didn't become the person he wanted. Oh my, my offences are heavy indeed.

They asked me for directions to go home from school. So I told them where to turn etc, but they wouldn't stop bitching about how I'd taken the longer route and I was so stupid etc. I think I took real offense to that. One of the biggest insults to me, is to ask me for help on a certain subject, AND THEN TRY TO CORRECT ME ON IT. It just makes me think you're a real douchebag. Like, if you knew, why the fuck did you bother asking? What the fuck is wrong with you?

So you know, I hate my parents right now. I wish they didn't even go to my graduation. I should've just driven myself there, and then we'd all be happy. Dad's like, "BUT I HAVE TO GET HOME AND TALK TO PEOPLE ON SKYPE", and Mum says I've been at school for far too long and that my sister was getting restless, so in the end it was all my fault and I should've been mature and responsible enough to realize her needs immediately.

You know what, now I'm thinking that even if I did realize how they felt, I would not give two flipping fucks about it. Why did they even have to come to my graduation. They treat it as if they were doing me a massive favor, BUT I'D BE BETTER OFF IF THEY WEREN'T HERE. Me, being me, said exactly that to them. Needless to say, they weren't pleased, and Mum was being a complete bitch about it.

So now you've got me gaming at midnight, mashing my keyboard and killing virtual monsters, because I have nothing to take out my anger on.