Time To Say Goodbye

Summer camp started this past Monday. Today’s the third day. It has been terrible! The first day was awful, the second day was a little better, today was good until the end and tomorrow will be positively dreadful. I don’t even like my counselor anymore (the therapist who talked me into going). She has become hell in disguise.

I can’t leave. Well, I can, but then, everyone will ask me a bunch of questions and I can’t deal with that. I do know when September rolls around, I will NOT be going to see her. The camp ends August 2nd. That’ll be the final time I see her. Then, I can forget her.

As far as I’m concerned, the only good thing about this is I’m not worried anymore. She was very nice (hence why I liked her) and I sometimes thought about how much I’d miss her when I finally graduate high school. Now, I know I won’t miss her at all.

I just want this bad week to end.

Time For Summer Camp!

Well, it’s not summer camp “per se”, but it may as well be. My plans for the summer changed a bit.

Since last year, my therapist was bugging me to join the summer program that my school’s therapy program offers. Last year, I had to attend summer school, so I couldn’t come. This year, I was supposed to attend summer school again, but because I passed the final for one of the two classes I was failing, that class got dropped. So when I told her this, she asked me if I could maybe take the class next year, so I could come to the summer program instead. She really wanted me to come, so I finally gave in. After the appointment, I went to my guidance counselor and asked if the class could be put into my schedule for next year. It was possible, so he took me out of summer school. I went back to my therapist, told her the good news and she gave me a permission slip. Got it signed that night, took it in the next day (also, the final day of school) and that was it.

The first day of this program is the 25th. I haven’t gone to summer camp since I was 11. To be totally honest, I never liked camp. It felt just like school. Kids picking on me, long hours and flippin’ uniform (camp shirts). I hated the park. Always got bit by mosquitoes  and itched like crazy. Summer was much better spent by myself or with relatives (as crazy as they drive me).

So after being out of camp for so long, it feels weird to go back. The summer program isn’t even that long – only 10:00 AM to 2:00 PM unless there are trips – but I am still a little less than thrilled about going. From what my therapist told me, it doesn’t sound like there’s much to enjoy outside of seeing her (she mentioned hiking; I hate hiking). I don’t like museums or science either, which I think was mentioned in the slip/pamphlet. There’s also the fact that my sister is going to be there and to say we don’t get along is to say a hurricane is just a tiny storm. At least, I know one of my friends will be there, but there’s no guarantee I’ll see him. Really, this summer is unpredictable. But I guess that’s what makes summer so thrilling, huh? Well, usually.

Bye Bye, iPads

Yesterday was the final days for final exams and iPads. Everybody had to turn their iPad in. If they didn’t bring it yesterday, they had to bring it today to turn it in. No more iPads until September.

The iPads were great. Having something to play with and hold my attention, even if I got interrupted and told numerous times I shouldn’t be playing games. And, of course, there was having all my games erased because “we’re not supposed to have games on the iPad”. Yeah, I’m pretty sure every kid in my school broke that rule, but they should’ve expected that. If they really thought students would use the iPads strictly for schoolwork, then they were mistaken. Probably 95% of the kids in this school have parents who couldn’t afford to buy them an iPad and they wouldn’t dare ask. You give a kid an iPad for FREE and there is no way games won’t find its way onto there. And I won’t even get started on the students who have high enough grades to take them home and, thus, won’t be bound by a firewall.

Over the exams, everybody, regardless of grades, was allowed to take their iPad home. I was on my iPad more than my computer and when I was on my computer, I was using my iPad at the same time because I would be playing TS3 (call that obsession if you want; it’s better than being out at 2 AM). But with the iPad gone,  it’s back to my laptop and my uncle’s netbook when I want to give mine a break (TS3 takes up a lot of energy). The best thing was my grandfather never knew I had it. The last thing I need is for him to make a big fuss.

Well, it’s the third-to-last day of school. No schoolwork, dress-down day for seniors (doesn’t bother me) and just relaxing in general. Friday is the first day of summer vavcation. I’ll be sure to scream (mentally) with joy that this year is finally OVER!!!

My Responses to “Bingos”

Not long ago, I made a post about how I’m “abnormal” by society’s standards. This post pertains to the last one I mentioned, being childfree. Read the rest of this entry »

I Guess She Has A Point…

I saw my therapist in school this past Thursday. I didn’t really have much to talk about. Besides the finals, there was nothing going on and I didn’t feel like talking about finals anyway. She did try to convince me to join the summer program, but I declined. It’s not that I don’t want to see her. It’s just I’ve lost interest in “summer camp” and even though each day would only be 10 AM to 2 PM, the kind of activities they apparently have don’t really appeal. If she keeps bugging me, however, I might give in.

I have to wonder if she was a little under the weather because she was a little…snippy.

First, I asked her, for no real reason, if a blood clot could kill you. She said it could. But, for some reason, added on, “Or you could go into a coma and have other people wiping your a** for you!” BAD!! That was NOT an image I needed in my head! Why she chose to add this nasty detail is beyond me, but I’d rather not ask. Like I did the question that initiated this response.

But the real “snippiness” began with a song I played on YouTube on my (school-issued) iPad. Since we weren’t really talking about anything, I figured it would be okay. The song I played was Grenade, a version sung by Ariana Grande (who also plays a role in one of my favorite shows). I was listening to a lyric video. Basically, the song is about how the singer would harm herself and die to protect her lover, despite that he wouldn’t do the same for her and is abusive toward her.

I regret playing that in her office so much! My therapist practically went on a rant about how ridiculous the song was! She even went so far as to insult Ariana, who hadn’t even written the song! Since her last name is Grande, my therapist asked me if I knew what that meant. I told her I did (Grande means “big”) and also pointed out that “Ariana” means “gift from God”, meaning her name meant “big gift from God”. My therapist decided no. Ariana’s name meant “big retard”. No matter how many times I exclaimed “It’s just a song”, she didn’t seem to get it. So I finally just played another song called Generation Love (sung by Jennette McCurdy), which was about helping society and loving each other. Fortunately, my therapist approved.

I suppose she does have a point about the song. It is rather over-the-top and, as she pointed out, does the give the impression that the singer is suicidal. But still, it’s just a song! Many songs are over-the-top and Grenade is not the worst I’ve heard. Far from it.

If there is one thing I learned from that particular appointment, it’s that my therapist, though not her “default” personality, can be quite the judgmental b/witch. Perhaps she was joking, perhaps she was not, but I think I’ll be more careful about any music I play in her office from now on.