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Today has been one of those days that really makes one want to ingest the largest amount of alcohol and nicotine that the system can handle. I’ve been home from school for a total of a week and woke up today after a luxurious sleep to be greeted by my mother informing me that I have until Friday to move out and find a way to survive on my own. Now that idea on its own is not a difficult proposition. This summer was to be my last at home before the beginning of my lease in Kalamazoo for my third year at Western Michigan University. However, things have changed in less than eight hours to a state of a chaotic ramble. Going from having a place to stay while I work and save money for the next school year to having to scramble to locate a residence for the summer. The concept of moving out on my own is nothing shocking, I’ve proposed it before and was planning on it come the end of August any way. Now, however, I’m found in a situation quite different from what had been planned for some time. That was being kicked out of home.
Now don’t get me wrong my point is not to cry about how mommy and daddy have forced me into a state of full independence; rather, it’s the method in which the entire situation has evolved to be. I came home and the day later I helped my best friend move out of his place and provided a few nights rest with me until his lease on his new place opened up. With one evening left to the agreement I’ve found myself searching for a new domicile. The reasoning was that my parents do not believe that I’ve done enough around the house to warrant my habitation for another summer. That’s fine, and sure I could have done more but I did not and there is not a thing that I nor anyone else can do to change that fact, which is fine by me. Yet my sister is failing out of high school doesn’t clean her room and generally screws around. I’ve been a four point student since middle school and yet I have been branded as the Duquette who does nothing to deserve respect and consideration. Okay.
Another reason listed for my supposed insolence in responsibilities of a ‘free ride’ for another summer was this last school year. Now I’ve always had a problem with depression and states of uncontainable jubilation. Finally, to do something about my mood swings, I took myself down to see someone about this emotional situation. I was diagnosed with bipolar and obsessive compulsive disorder. If you’ve ever been on anti-psychotics then you’ll fully understand what is meant when I say that performing daily tasks takes every once of energy that one can muster. Another side effect is the desire to sleep twelve hours a day. Well I’ve always kept the hours of a vampire but with this combination it really does kick the ass about. Well this academic semester has certainly not been my best by quite a long shot. So my mother thinks that because I’ve had a difficult time with personal issues this school year that it is a perfect reason for my prompt removal from the house. Perhaps they would have a solid anchor in this reasoning if they were paying for it, but they are not. I work and pay for school and deal with the regular issues that one is faced with every day, and that’s fine because it builds character. Now as a result of this year I’ve learned a lot about myself yet have suffered academically, yet I know what must be done to remedy this situation and am actively working towards such an endeavor.
So there is always that to come back to at another time to discuss but really what surprises me is the fact that in less than five days I’ve been expected to figure out a way to move out and successfully continue my life. My simple question is how does that help my school situation or any other factors that may arise? Well it really doesn’t. I’ve always been a secretive and conniving individual knowing that when the shit hits the fan the best bet that one has it to look out for one’s self. Which is precisely what happened, I’ll elaborate. For the rest of the summer I’ve jumped on my friends sublease and will be living in a house in town until moving back to Kalamazoo. I’ve paid bills before and still have a job so look out I know what to do. Which is where I’m sitting now.
So in less than two days I’ll have packed my things, which are currently sitting in a box, and moved into a new place for the remainder of the summer. Is this the most horrid thing that can happen to someone? Of course not, in fact it will undoubtedly be good for me. All that can be done now is to pick myself up and continue on with life in a manner that will suffice until a later date when more can be accomplished. So ultimately shit has hit the fan and I’m able to carry on, but what a horrid way. Talk about a hundred and one ways to discontinue any sort of dialogue with one’s parents. At least I still have a car, a job, friends, and a place to live. What a wonderful life.
Now don’t get me wrong my point is not to cry about how mommy and daddy have forced me into a state of full independence; rather, it’s the method in which the entire situation has evolved to be. I came home and the day later I helped my best friend move out of his place and provided a few nights rest with me until his lease on his new place opened up. With one evening left to the agreement I’ve found myself searching for a new domicile. The reasoning was that my parents do not believe that I’ve done enough around the house to warrant my habitation for another summer. That’s fine, and sure I could have done more but I did not and there is not a thing that I nor anyone else can do to change that fact, which is fine by me. Yet my sister is failing out of high school doesn’t clean her room and generally screws around. I’ve been a four point student since middle school and yet I have been branded as the Duquette who does nothing to deserve respect and consideration. Okay.
Another reason listed for my supposed insolence in responsibilities of a ‘free ride’ for another summer was this last school year. Now I’ve always had a problem with depression and states of uncontainable jubilation. Finally, to do something about my mood swings, I took myself down to see someone about this emotional situation. I was diagnosed with bipolar and obsessive compulsive disorder. If you’ve ever been on anti-psychotics then you’ll fully understand what is meant when I say that performing daily tasks takes every once of energy that one can muster. Another side effect is the desire to sleep twelve hours a day. Well I’ve always kept the hours of a vampire but with this combination it really does kick the ass about. Well this academic semester has certainly not been my best by quite a long shot. So my mother thinks that because I’ve had a difficult time with personal issues this school year that it is a perfect reason for my prompt removal from the house. Perhaps they would have a solid anchor in this reasoning if they were paying for it, but they are not. I work and pay for school and deal with the regular issues that one is faced with every day, and that’s fine because it builds character. Now as a result of this year I’ve learned a lot about myself yet have suffered academically, yet I know what must be done to remedy this situation and am actively working towards such an endeavor.
So there is always that to come back to at another time to discuss but really what surprises me is the fact that in less than five days I’ve been expected to figure out a way to move out and successfully continue my life. My simple question is how does that help my school situation or any other factors that may arise? Well it really doesn’t. I’ve always been a secretive and conniving individual knowing that when the shit hits the fan the best bet that one has it to look out for one’s self. Which is precisely what happened, I’ll elaborate. For the rest of the summer I’ve jumped on my friends sublease and will be living in a house in town until moving back to Kalamazoo. I’ve paid bills before and still have a job so look out I know what to do. Which is where I’m sitting now.
So in less than two days I’ll have packed my things, which are currently sitting in a box, and moved into a new place for the remainder of the summer. Is this the most horrid thing that can happen to someone? Of course not, in fact it will undoubtedly be good for me. All that can be done now is to pick myself up and continue on with life in a manner that will suffice until a later date when more can be accomplished. So ultimately shit has hit the fan and I’m able to carry on, but what a horrid way. Talk about a hundred and one ways to discontinue any sort of dialogue with one’s parents. At least I still have a car, a job, friends, and a place to live. What a wonderful life.
