*mom calls me on the phone, and we're talking about things going on back home*
Mom: So, how are classes going?
Me: Well, um, not as good as they could be...
Mom: :angry:
Mom: :angry:
Mom:
Mom: WHAT?!?!
Thanks for caring and not even letting me talk more about it, Mom. Thanks a LOT. I love you and all, but wow, if I'd actually told you really how I'm feeling right now and how things are going for me, I'm sure that no matter what I say or how true it is, I wouldn't be able to get a word in edgewise based on that reaction.
I am feeling terrible and fearing one of my classes tomorrow and the potential results from it.
(and 146 days until BrickFair)
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