This is where I'm going to complain about my parents, if you don't want to hear it, just leave; don't complain about how "stereotypically teenager" I am.

Okay, let me lay out today's events. Alright, I overslept. My mother ended up waking me up and telling me I was going to be late if I didn't hurry. So, I jumped into the shower and got dressed and such to find out I had no dry clothes. I quickly jumped out of the shower and streaked through my home to the laundry room and threw my clothes in the drier and ran back to the bathroom to finish my shower. I then rushed out to my car, and sped my way to class.


Then, I realize my sax is in my car and I need to take it to the band room. Oh shi- the bell just rang, I'm going to be late. Where I need to be and where I'm going are on opposite sides of campus. I've got 5 minutes to get to the band room and go to my Pre-Calc class. Well, I get into the band room only to realize that all the band kids are wearing the same clothes. Uniforms. Shit shit shit shit, I had forgotten it was the day we were going to play for the superintendent. I text my dad


Me: 7:37 "Tell mom to bring my band clothes. Forgot them. Need them by 8:25"
Mom: 8:16 "Sorry, can't find your band clothes, your gunna have to find something else out"
Me: 8:19 "They were on my bed, and now it's too late to find something out"


Now, I end up not playing and receive my BIG FAT F. I get an F for not playing. Alright, so that's cool. I receive upwards of 35 performance grades a quarter. It shouldn't hurt me too much since I ace the class nearly every quarter. Not a big deal. Not mad at my mom for waiting til the last fucking minute to tell me so I couldn't figure something out, it hadn't even occurred to me.

So, I went on home. I got home, then my dad. My dad calls me out of my room to have one of our him screaming at me and me agreeing so he shuts the fuck up sessions "talks."

Alright so this is how the conversation went:

Him: So what happened with the band thing today?
Me: I forgot my stuff and didn't get to play so I got an F.
Him: You know that's entirely your fault right?
Me: Not entirely, I probably could have found something out if mom hadn't waited til the last minute. (I admit, stupid thing to say on my part. It was ENTIRELY my fault but what she did was wrong too, right?)
Him: Well, you shouldn't have forgotten. Maybe you need discipline.
Me: It was an honest mistake.
Him: So is every other time you fuck up. Maybe if we punish you it won't happen again.
Me: Oh, well, okay, sorry.
Him: You piss me off sometimes. (What the fuck did I do?) You know everytime we bail you out you're going to be less inclined to do it right next time?
Me: You didn't bail me out...
Him: Shut up and listen. I know you know what's up but I think we should punish you. Sure, you got an F, that's a consequence but I think you need more. Now, go to your room and don't say anything.

I walked away. Not a word.

Now, he was arguing with a wall. I could give less than two shits about anything he said and he still managed to get pissed at a wall.