Plain Old Rant about my Mother and my french teacher

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this started off as a story but got distracted and ended up ranting. enjoy my ranting, pls comment with your ranting. :)

Submitted: June 09, 2011

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She strides in, her confidence most probably going to hit the ceiling. The smell of her recent baked cake still lingering the room. Even though she has confidence,you can still see the hint of teardrops in her eye. But because she has an obession to be the perfect mother, she does not dare to drop a tear. She keeps all her emotions tied in a box within her mind. If a tear silently fell, that would be the end of the world because she thinks image is everything and if you aren't up to her image, (her image is the typical middle class social climber, a posh shirt with lace and black ugly trousers) then that's it. You don't deserve to be talked to or chatted to. She pretends that you don't exist, however she still has to talk to me, her daughter. I would call myslef a skater type teenager, skinny black jeans and a baggy loose KT Tunstall t-shirt and my wavy brown hair falling into my hair. What annoys me about my mother is not the way she blocks every slight bit of emotion away from the world. The way she judges you on one slight behaviourlike your religion, sexuality or origin. I could ramble awaywhat she judges you on. If a dark skinned person with a baseball cap on meansto my mother thattheyare a gangster and about to stab you. No, mother mabye that person has always lived here in the UK just some of his family came from Africa and if he has a baseball cap on that means it's sunny or the simple reason, he likes baseball like me. If he does stab you then thats just bad luck. But thats moving away from my point.To my mother, everything which is on the outside(like the baseball cap and dark skin) sterotypes yourslef.She steroetypes everyone, even me. She thinks I'm a little princess who likes girly stuff (see I don'teven knowwhat girly stuff is).She would not think forone moment that Iwas a slight nerdytype who loves reading old classic fiction like Jane Austen andJane Eyre and also happens to be gay. In the past 15 years of my life, she has never bothered to find out who I am. My french teacher who has known me for a year, two lessons a week has found out more. My teacher bothered to become friends with me and listens to my opinion, not just snaps them away and when Irealsied I was gay I didn't go running to my mother, I went to her. She said it was no big deal, all that. All of the stuff a mother should say to they're daughter not go do the dishers and I will end my rant there becuase my fingers are hurting and I need to go to the toilet. So I would just like to thank my french teacher, if it wasn't for her. I don't what I would of done.


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