WHY ME, LORD,WHY ME?
May. 14th, 2005 02:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladymirthIrony is the worst kind of b**** sometimes.
Here I was ranting and raving at not having gone abroad yet and POOF! The genie appears. My family and I are now being carted off to Scotland with my Mum for her two- year training program in surgery. Yay.
Not.
Why am I not, under the circumstances, leaping up and down with unmitigated exuberance, you ask? Well, what the gods hadn’t considered while coming up with their brilliant plan is that-
1. I will have to curtail my very last year at the school that’s been my second home sine I was six.
2. I will not be able to sit for my local A/Ls for which I have spent one and quarter years slaving for.
3. I will have to switch to the London A/L section from my dear beloved local A/L class with all my friends in it, in a few weeks, even before we are scheduled to go on our last class trip.
4. I will have to get a part time job to support myself once I do get to Scotland. (There’s nothing wrong with having a part time job. I’ve just never had one before. Neither has anyone I know. I lead a sheltered, privileged life here. Part time jobs are things that happen to other people.)
5. We will have to give up the house that we are currently living in, because it belongs to my Dad’s company and Dad, I think, is taking a sabbatical. Only months after we’ve got it renovated too. I’m very attached to this house. It’s smack in the middle of the city, which I, the town mouse, the debutante, the city girl, have grown to absolutely LOVE. We’ll never have such a nice house again.
6. I’m scared shitless.
Like I said, irony is the worst kind of b**** sometimes.
Here I was ranting and raving at not having gone abroad yet and POOF! The genie appears. My family and I are now being carted off to Scotland with my Mum for her two- year training program in surgery. Yay.
Not.
Why am I not, under the circumstances, leaping up and down with unmitigated exuberance, you ask? Well, what the gods hadn’t considered while coming up with their brilliant plan is that-
1. I will have to curtail my very last year at the school that’s been my second home sine I was six.
2. I will not be able to sit for my local A/Ls for which I have spent one and quarter years slaving for.
3. I will have to switch to the London A/L section from my dear beloved local A/L class with all my friends in it, in a few weeks, even before we are scheduled to go on our last class trip.
4. I will have to get a part time job to support myself once I do get to Scotland. (There’s nothing wrong with having a part time job. I’ve just never had one before. Neither has anyone I know. I lead a sheltered, privileged life here. Part time jobs are things that happen to other people.)
5. We will have to give up the house that we are currently living in, because it belongs to my Dad’s company and Dad, I think, is taking a sabbatical. Only months after we’ve got it renovated too. I’m very attached to this house. It’s smack in the middle of the city, which I, the town mouse, the debutante, the city girl, have grown to absolutely LOVE. We’ll never have such a nice house again.
6. I’m scared shitless.
Like I said, irony is the worst kind of b**** sometimes.
