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I love my mom. I can't stop thanking her for the way she raised me (with the help of my dad of course, but this isn't about him) Everyone on earth has at one point or another commented on how wierd or mean or unfair or idiodic their parents are. My mom is definatly wierd, but, most of the time, in a good way.
I've told this story to my friends plenty of times, but why not write it so my few dozen readers can enjoy it? Alright, the stereoytypical mom is always viewed to be the one who says, "you need to go to college and become a doctor or a lawyer" to their child who is sturggling through school.
Well, I'm certainly not struggling through school. I want to go to college and become (possibly) someone important. Not even that, I would just like to do something that just makes a difference. But, ironically, my mom says to me every few weeks, "You should become a writer or a musician" (I play about two and a half songs on the guitar. I don't think my career will be launching anytime soon) She knows i've always loved writing. But, this year, I find english my hardest class. Then again, my teacher is my hardest and he treats it like a college class, but still. I'm the type who has many hobbies, but if I had to do that hobby for a living, it wouldn't be enjoyable anymore.
I paint. My mom and I started taking a neighborhood art class. My specialty? = trees. yep, apparently, I paint good trees. Palm trees, specifically. And, who would've guessed, recently, my mom's been telling me to become an artist.
For the past year (at least) i've been telling my mom I want to take a self defense class. I take pride in two things: my intelligence and my strength. I want to be able to master my body. Classes at our local YMCA have been offered, but we just never got around to them. But, low and behold (or however the saying goes) when a ballroom dancing class is offered, guess who's gungho? Granted (granit?), my momwas to lazy to do that class either, but she seemed to jump at the idea.
This morning, we watched a documentary on, yes, burlesque. She randomly says, "i'd love to be able to dance like that. except, without removing my clothes," And then at the end, she says,"we should take a dance class." What is is with her and dance?
I've already accepted my fate and stereotype of 'white women can't dance" I can country line dance. My sister taught me to slow dance. That's it. Now, I wouldn't mind taking a dance class, it might be fun. But, I'd rather have self defense under my belt. I mean, if facing an attacker, I wouldn't exactly be able to tango him to death. (unless I was wearing those heels)
Now, with this imformation, you might be thinking that my mom is one of those, 'free spirit, in touch with her inner chi' type people. yeah-no. She's about as far right as you could get without being a right-wing armed with a bible and pitchfork. She raised me well, but she's never been the type to 'express'.
So now, with my highest and easiest classes being chemistry and algebra 2, I've put myself, and her, at a loss. But, that's just my mom.
 Qua Quidam · Sun Apr 27, 2008 @ 04:17pm · 0 Comments |
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