'I used to recite every single line from every single Mary Kate and Ashley movie ever made when I was like 2 or 3. I talked really really early and my parents would just throw me in front of the tv cause I would talk all the time.'
but but but but HES ALIVE?!
last may, i decided to go to mcmaster university. i got there and was there for a few days, did my first day of classes (i had 3, 2 of them went all year) and i hated them all, i had changed my mind from wanting to do theatre and film to english and i didn’t like mac’s english program and i was miserable. not to mention, i wasn’t sure if i liked anyone i met.
the way mac’s first year program worked, i had like 2 english classes. the rest was philosophy and history and stuff i didn’t want to take but had to. no other school i e-mailed could guarantee those credits would transfer? and the english ones only could if the content matched almost exactly, otherwise i’d basically have to redo first year.
so instead of wasting 16 grand on something that made me miserable and that i knew i didn’t like, i decided to come home. and my dad belittled me about it for months, my brother did too. my mom didn’t really, but she made comments. they were all snide, rude and judgemental about it. i told them it hurt when they did it, and it stopped for a bit. but now its time to apply again and he needs to apply so it’s back apparently.
the brother thing was just that i’m the one who takes care of the animals, feeds them, cleans up after them etc. my brother doesn’t and he doesn’t want to, but if i had’ve stayed, he would’ve had to.
like i was having an okay day and now i just want to cry