2/06

My aunt has been talking to my parents about me. She is worried that I don't have any friends and I spend too much time by myself in my on world. She is worried that there is something wrong with me because I never interact with them or anybody. Plus over the last couple of weeks, some of my teachers have called my aunt about how I am at school and they think I need counseling. They say the same thing, that I'm not involved in anything or anybody. My mom asked me if anything was wrong and I said no. I don't like it here and I miss home. I don't like living with my aunt and uncle. I miss my friends and my old school. But there isn't anything wrong that I know of. So they came up Friday and stayed till Monday afternoon, so they can go to my school and talk to my teachers. Yeahhhhhhhhhh. That was all I needed.
It was nice having them here for the weekend. We spent alot of time together cause my aunt and uncle went to Tunica till Sunday night. So it was great. We talked about some things but I think they knew that things were ok with me. I wasn't gonna go and shoot up the school, or burn the house down in the middle of the night. I just really don't like it here. I think school would be ok if it wasn't for living in this house with these people. I can't tell them that they don't want me here or that they think I'm a freak. So I just have to deal with it till things get cleared up at home. As soon as school is over, I'm going back home so I can help and also get away from here.
Monday we had a meeting with the principle (who is a friend of my parents from high school). My parents also talked to my teachers and told them that I am just quiet. They told them that I had rather be outside doing something and not being part of some superficial social group. They asked if my grades were bad or some other sign of trouble, and the answer was a big no. My lowest grade in any class is a 94 and I don't cause trouble in class or at school. So my parents asked why they were worried about me. Mom said they didn't have much of an answer. They just said that I didn't act like the other kids in my class. Big Whoop. So in the eyes of my teachers, any kid that is different is a threat. So my parents and the principle were really unhappy with the way the teachers are dealing with me. I don't know if that is going to be a good thing or a bad thing. They may be out for me now but I don't think there will be any problems. It's funny the way this went. My mom is really down on public education right now. If she really got going with her views when she was talking to those teachers, she would have really layed into them. She has the educational background to tear them apart. They should be really happy that she didn't get going. But I'm sure that she made it very clear that she wasn't happy that they had to come up here to explain to them that her son who didn't cause any trouble, had one of the highest GPAs in my class, was troubling them because I didn't talk enough for them. Sometimes I really wonder about the complete stupidity in some people.
But man it was great having them up here for the weekend. Saturday we got up and went out for breakfast. Then we went shopping for some clothes and new shoes. We got some McDonalds for lunch and ate at the park. Then we got some movies and just stayed in Saturday night. Sunday morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast. A real breakfast. A real breakfast with my parents. It wasn't a pop tart standing on the porch or a microwaved cheese sandwich. It was eggs, bacon, biscuits, hash brown potatoes, sliced tomatoes, and gravy. We didn't do anything Sunday but just sat around. They needed some rest and it was great just knowing they were there. I hated it when my aunt and uncle finally came back. Then Monday, after they did the stuff at school, they headed back home. I barely got to see them or say goodbye. It was great having them here but now it's back to sucking big time. I really hate this place.