One Long Post

So there's much to catch up on. I've kind of let go of this blog for a while and you'll see why as soon as you read this.

As the school year was coming there was no doubt that teachers would pack me with tons and tons of assignments, but God, they can stress us kids out like no one can. Tons of ISUs (independent study units) and assignments and tests, and oh yeah, EXAMS. Well I'm done and I'm free for now.

Now that I'm don't school I've got to start working full time to bring that dough (is that how they spell it?). Okay, well clearly that's not how i usually speak. Anyways, I'm at Splash and since Heidi's my new supervisor she's been trying to give me shifts at lockers since she knows we like them. The thing is, the last two times I've been at work, I haven't balanced. Which is really scary since the next time I don't balance I'm going to get a PIF.

Oh, and prom. So yeah I was kind of ignoring this topic because its a bittersweet thing, and not in the way you'd expect. So prom was awesome. I mean like, the food was kind of bad, and the deejay played way too many punjabi and soca songs for my liking, but it was still awesome. I got to go with my date, who happens to be one of my closest friends. Okay, so this is where the story takes a turn. So, about 4-5 days after prom, Rajneet dies of meningitis. It's weird because like only what, 5 people die of it in Canada each year, and she had to be one of them?! Really weird stuff. We used to be friends several years ago until shit happened between us. She even came over a couple times. It was really hard on a lot of people in my school considering that Avinider, the nicest pothead around, died in a car crash about a month and a bit earlier. Teachers were trying to be nice about it, but really, I felt like they were kind of making things worse. The courses you needed a break from would not let you take one, and the ones that you just wanted to go on, like math, would take days out and do nothing.

So now about my slightly dysfunctional family. About a month ago, my mom picks me up from my shift at Wonderland, and she's crying. I didn't know what was wrong, so I obviously asked her. She told me she wanted a divorce from my dad. The thing is, we're brown. Like no brown people I know get divorces. Its a faux pas. Now, I'm not saying I'm against divorces because it'll bring "shame" to our family. No, I was just shocked that my mom, a brown woman, would tell me she wanted a divorce. I didn't know what to say, but I knew where she was coming from. My dad's been acting a little distant lately, and sometimes I think it's our fault. Like the other day (more like a month ago) Karthi wore shorts, and he was like blah blah blah "if you wear shorts you're not tamil" and all my sister said was "okay," and she went on with her life. I'm on my sister's side of this story because he is a bit strict on what we do and don't wear. Then a couple days before my mom told me this my older sister kind of screamed at him for no reason, probably because she was tired from work, and he was irritating her without even knowing it. He then stopped talking to her all together. So my mom's boiling point was when she asked my dad who's going to pick me up, and he just snapped on her. Telling her things like how she makes him do everything. It's weird, because I see faults in both my mom and dad. Honestly though, between you and me, I sympathize with my mom more because she's been trying to save us money for university forever, but my dad hasn't contributed much, if anything. He wants us to get a loan. It's kind of messed up.

Okay, so I know this sounds kind of shallow and such teenage drama, and it was a while back, but I'm accepting things. Things like you can't always get what you want, but you've got to try with all you have. Also, I've noticed ever since the Avinider and Rajneet things, my friends, and people at my school are more easily showing their affection. And saying "I love you" not just between couples, but between friends as well. We give people hearts on msn that we normally wouldn't when we leave. All this, because you never know when things will turn around. When you'll never see someone again.