I hate the thing my parents do, the thing where they compare me to my friends. Like once, I called my mom and I said guess how long I played piano today? And my mom says an hour? And I'm like yeah, like hoping she'll congradulate me or something [back then it was a great accomplishment for me to play more than 45 minutes]. And then she says even Patricia plays more than that. I was like, are you serious? Are you freaking serious? I played one whole f/n hour and all she says is Patricia can do better than that? So I hung up on her. I wasnt even going to say anything. Total crap.
And my dad. Dont get me started on my dad. I told him I did NOT want to play piano for 2 hours, and he gives me this lecture about how when he calls Tiffany's house at 9 pm, he can still hear them playing piano. And how for Tiffany's music school she has to play 3 hours with only a 5 minute break. He was like screaming at me. Well, excuse me. In case you havent noticed, I am NOT Tiffany or Patricia. I dont play piano for 3 hours a day. I dont play at 9 pm, and its kind of hypocritical that he yelled that at me, because he's the one who makes me go to bed at 9.
I dont think my dad even knows I swim. I bet he doesnt know my best time for, well, anything. Does he know that I actually enjoy swimming and that if I could swim instead of go to school I would?
He has an advantage over me though. If I quit playing piano, he'll take me off the swim team. Not fair, eh? So I guess I have to just suck it up and deal.
Oh the things I do for swimming.
Maybe after Championships I'll ask him if I can quit piano and learn trumpet or saxophone instead. Drums doesnt sound that bad, either. Actually, I think he'll agree to drums first, since my uncle played drums in college,
Eh. Life is all about sucking up and dealing.
Over and out,
Alex [[is Alex]]
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