Thank you both for the kind words.
As far as the appointment, it?s a little complicated. I never handle any of that, usually the guy or the social worker will give a date and time and we?ll go with that, but the last time I went the guy was the only one there. He knows that I don?t like to go and that I?m not very social. So he said that if I played some sort of game with my family and went out somewhere with someone other than family I could wait two weeks before coming back. If I didn?t do any of that, I was supposed to come back the next week. And my mom was supposed to call them and set up a new appointment. I never did anything and I don?t think my mom ever called. I?m afraid to ask my mom if I have another appointment ever because a big part of me never wants to go back and I know I?ll end up being a total pain if/when I do go back.
I don?t think I?m a delinquent, but I do think I?m only a few short steps away. Between being a jerk to people who don?t deserve it when I want to be alone, the alcohol and trouble in school, I have to, at the very least, appear to be a delinquent youth who will probably accomplish nothing to those who don?t know me.
Next to other worries this has been a really bad week. I can?t believe it?s only Thursday. Tuesday night I saw a wreck from my back door, the police were there for a long time, I gave it a curious look but didn?t think much of it. Yesterday I found out that an old friend of mine was in that car accident and had died. I keep asking myself - Why do the good die young? It?s not fair. All I can think to say is she will be greatly missed.
And while not nearly as traumatic, today I took it upon myself to report someone who was carrying around a lot of drugs and associated paraphernalia within the school. I wrote a note to the Resource Officer(Haven?t talked to him since the whole suicide thing, almost a year now. I like him, but he makes me nervous because I?m afraid he might hate me.) because I was nervous and wanted to stay anonymous. I lost that anonymity and put myself into a panic attack through the worrying that they were going to come talk to me in my next class. That subsided but now I?ve found out I spelled the student?s name completely wrong in the note, so now I?m worried that they didn?t ?figure it out? and will come talk to me tomorrow.
I am really not looking forward to school tomorrow. I worry too much.
Thanks for reading my weekly whine...
As far as the appointment, it?s a little complicated. I never handle any of that, usually the guy or the social worker will give a date and time and we?ll go with that, but the last time I went the guy was the only one there. He knows that I don?t like to go and that I?m not very social. So he said that if I played some sort of game with my family and went out somewhere with someone other than family I could wait two weeks before coming back. If I didn?t do any of that, I was supposed to come back the next week. And my mom was supposed to call them and set up a new appointment. I never did anything and I don?t think my mom ever called. I?m afraid to ask my mom if I have another appointment ever because a big part of me never wants to go back and I know I?ll end up being a total pain if/when I do go back.
I don?t think I?m a delinquent, but I do think I?m only a few short steps away. Between being a jerk to people who don?t deserve it when I want to be alone, the alcohol and trouble in school, I have to, at the very least, appear to be a delinquent youth who will probably accomplish nothing to those who don?t know me.
Next to other worries this has been a really bad week. I can?t believe it?s only Thursday. Tuesday night I saw a wreck from my back door, the police were there for a long time, I gave it a curious look but didn?t think much of it. Yesterday I found out that an old friend of mine was in that car accident and had died. I keep asking myself - Why do the good die young? It?s not fair. All I can think to say is she will be greatly missed.
And while not nearly as traumatic, today I took it upon myself to report someone who was carrying around a lot of drugs and associated paraphernalia within the school. I wrote a note to the Resource Officer(Haven?t talked to him since the whole suicide thing, almost a year now. I like him, but he makes me nervous because I?m afraid he might hate me.) because I was nervous and wanted to stay anonymous. I lost that anonymity and put myself into a panic attack through the worrying that they were going to come talk to me in my next class. That subsided but now I?ve found out I spelled the student?s name completely wrong in the note, so now I?m worried that they didn?t ?figure it out? and will come talk to me tomorrow.
I am really not looking forward to school tomorrow. I worry too much.
Thanks for reading my weekly whine...