Today is Sunday and it wasn’t a very good day. Kevin didn’t want to study. He got detention by Dad. He can’t be playing on his computer for one month. Later during the day, we went to YMCA to swim. He wouldn’t come into the Gym, so Mom and I just went inside doing our job. One hour later, we came out finding Kevin lying on the floor of the car in the back seat, sweating like a puppy just coming back from his daily run. He got a tear on his cheek and sweat all over his body. I wondered if he had been crying for one hour straight.
Kevin said he checked around with his friends from school if they have to study on the weekend, and none of his friends have to work this hard. So Kevin, Scott, and I don’t feel too good about all this extra work. Scott says we should stage a strike (Scott just learned this idea from his Social Studies class. If workers are not happy about pay or conditions of the work place, you can strike to get what you want.
Our pay is getting lower since last week. Now extra homework time, but still no pay for extra work. Mom says we need to study for the Star test coming up in April or May. Then after Star test, she would say we need to study before Summer break. There is always an excuse for study. I like to take off and go somewhere, far away from school.
I probably get back to my old habit of drinking Latte so I don’t feel so stressful about my life right now. Mom has to go back to work and the poet isn’t too happy about her current situation either. Mom thinks poets should be excused from work so they can sit, look outside to the sun (in the day time), or the moon (at night), and write whatever ’s coming to the poet’s head.
Lately she can’t produce any poetry because her boss is after her at work. (She probably writes and works at the same time). Mom likes to save time by doing two things at the same time.
Everyday, coming home she has to cook for us and the dogs. Our dogs are spoiled now: they won’t eat dog food.
I hope someday I will win the lottery so I can take Mom and the rest of us going around the word. All of us can be excused from school for a while because we will be so rich. Any degree can wait for a few years.
Mom is getting very tired from doing overtime on everything .At night, she has to be on guard with the phone for emergency from her “Broken-Heart Shelter” (Mom is the President so she has to do lots of work for members). Most members are depressed so they don’t want to do anything besides talking about the issue.
We don’t have to go AA meeting any more because we are going to have our own meeting at the house once a month. All members will gather here to eat and talk about their not too good situations. Mom lets me be the Secretary of the club so I can observe, make tea or bring cookies to the sufferers.
I’m very excited about this new job. Soon we will need to go to Office Depot to buy some supplies for the meeting. Mom says we will have to fix our Karaoke system so members can sing when there is nothing else better to do.
I can’t wait for the first meeting.
It’s late, I need to sign off and go to sleep now.
