Apprenticeship: an enlisted person receiving specialized training.

Hey people. This is a blog post straight from my phone from the wordpress App because a certain bff texted me and told me to revive her reader, so I’ll be the noble soul to do so, even though I’m nauseated as bloody hell right now.

So continuing on, my day. It started off with my mom waking me up at noon to go to my sister-in-law’s place to give my nephew items for his belated birthday. Honestly, it pissed me off to go namely because I didn’t ask to go. So she was being pissy that i wasn’t in the holly jolly mood and spirit, but hey, I didn’t ask to go. Plus, it takes so long to get to her house, so I literally spent the whole day in a car, which is why I got so motion-sick. My body is fine with cars, but not with bad drivers over long spans of time. My mom literally swerves sometimes like shes a bloody Nascar driver, and I can’t stand it. Luckily though, I’m home now lying down in the bed with my cats cuddled next to me dead asleep.

Then, this week and so on and so forth. I and a few other high ranking good students in my photography class applied for an Art Apprenticeship that will take place at the University of Houston from 4:15-6:15, Monday-Thursday, from January 28th to sometime in March. My teacher really wanted me to go because he sees so much potential and successfulness in me and he really thinks that I deserve to go. It makes me happy. And of course, I got accepted into it. This school is really throwing lucky opportunities to me I swear. Plus, this Apprenticeship fits my schedule perfectly. Apprenticeship Monday-Thursday and Emerge meetings every other Friday. Life seems to be looking brighter you know.

Then my deranged and gloriously amazing psychology majoring teacher spoke more with me, especially since I won’t be staying after-school for a few weeks meaning that I can’t vent out my emotional breakdowns after-school for a while. He kept repeating his ol’ phrases of “You’ll be okay. I know that for sure.” And “Well I was beaten by my father and I turned out perfectly okay. So you will be also, trust me.” It’s nice to have an adult saying things like that to you, you know? I mean it feels nice to have friends saying such encouraging and reinforcing words, but it just has so much more impact when it’s from an adult. But then again, my teacher and I spoke more a previous day from this event, and he said that over the winter break, I regressed somehow, so about 75% of the progress I made on my personality and attitude last semester is gone. Yay. Regression. Due to this, he became stern to me and said that if I regress again from closing my mind off like I did over winter break and refuse options that may help me, he’ll wipe his hands of me and refuse to help me. It’s a scary thought to lose something that has saved me so much this year, so I’ve got to be… happier. I can’t continue to let my mom’s harsh, discouraging words bring me down and I can’t let her attitude cause me to want to self-harm.

I can do this.