My weekend was interesting to say the very least...
i spent Friday night with Mom and Ken. We rented some movies. Made crab and shrimp.
Saturday, my school was hosting a UIL meet so i had to help out. Got to school at 7am. i was a timekeeper. My friend Lupe was a Deabte judge and i kept time for him.
The first round was Port Isabel, Affirmative, against La Joya on the Negative. At some point, during the Neg's prep time, i talked a bit to the other team. Found out their names, where they were from, borrowed a pen.
Halfway through, the Neg concedes that the Aff plan's a good idea dn should be implemented ASAP. Game Over. Automatic Aff win. So... during the last speech, i tell the Port Izzy team they don't even have to read a speech, they can just dance or something. Haha. It's joke. Everyone laughs. One of the girls reads her speech. It's over. The end. Right?
Wrong...
There was a lady sitting in the back of the room. A spectator. Turns out this lady is the La Joya Debate coach's aide. She complained to the La Joya coach who complained to *my* coach.
They want to protest the ballot because Lupe and i were being "unprofessional." WTF?! Supposedly the decision was biased, because i was talking to the other team. i was apparently "talking throughout the entire thing." This means i distracted Lupe to the point that he was unable to make a good decision since he couldn't have possibly paid attantion to the round.
i also talked about "dancing." Timekeepers aren't supposed to speak. EVER. So La Joya cries away.
i am pissed. They're also saying i didn't keep time right. That i gave Port Izzy extra prep time.
Lupe and i end up having a little talk with the La Joya coach and my coach. We talk. i say i was wrong for talking about dancing... But other than that, that's it. i wasn't talking... " throughout the entire thing." If i was talking to the other team, during prep it shouldn't matter. Lupe's the judge. *He* signs the ballot. *He* gives the win or loss.
So we talk, Mr.C says i won't keep time any more. Alright. Fine. Whatever. Everyone agrees to keep it quiet. Nothign will leave the room. But La Joya "feels cheated" of a win they " deserved."
Mr.C tells me to sit out for one round. Then later, i can time keep- once things settle down. La Joya is notorious for whining.
Later on i'm walking down the hall and i run into the Port Izzy team. i still had the pen they lent me. i was giving it back when the La Joya coach walks by. "Excuse me, maam! You're not supposed to be talking to them." she shouts. "i can talk to whoever i want..." i reply. "Not in a room, you can't" she answers smartly. "Well, i'm not in a room, am i?" She storms off...
An hour later, Lupe and i are called back for another talk. This time with the La Joya UIL Coordinator, and our UIL Coordinator. They are the head honchos.
More yelling at me. About the SAME thing. i thought it was OVER... So i'm so mad i refuse to keep quiet. The La Joya UIL Coordinator says i had no business talking at all, distracted the judge. "i wasn't
talking!" i protest. "Yes you were!" UGH!!! "Were you THERE?!" She stops and mutters, "No..." i nod, "Well then? i think you lost and you can't handle it. You should-" Mr. C steps in and clears his throat loudly. i get The Look. My blood runs cold.
So, i'm not allowed to time keep for the rest of the tourny. Mr.C says i can help out in the tab room. Screw that.
i called my Dad since my Mom had already left out of town and he picked me up.
We went to Pizza Hut with my uncle. i told the story and my Dad gets mad at me. "So who won?" i thought i had. i was eating pizza, afterall. "But she did what she wanted. She kept you from being there." So we get into this long discussion about my being wrong. My temper getting the best of me. Talking back to authority figures...
Some things never change, i guess...
Saturday is hanging out. i watched
Dazed and Confused. It was good. i also went and saw
The Matrix: Revolution. Very very good movie, IMO.
Sunday we had breakfast at Golden Corral. It was good. Then we went to the Dollar Theater closeby to watch
Pirates of the Caribbean. (Why do i know i spelled that wrong?)
i LOVED it.
Next we went to the mall. We stopped at Mr. Music to check out the pianos. i fell in love with a Grand Piano. i couldn't leave. My dad and i played for almost an hour while my siblings roamed around- bored out of their minds. My dad wants to buy the piano. It's $10,000...
We go to Mary's house. That's my Dad's b****. i don't like her. A year or so, when my Dad basically kidnapped us, there was a morning where i was sitting in the parking lot of my school. He wouldn't let me out of the car til the bell rang. i wasn't allowed to have friends... We got into some sort of fight.
He was talking about how much he cared about me and my sibs. i said if he cared, he'd let us be with our mom like we wanted. He said he could provide a better home. i said he hadn't for the past 15 years... "i'm 15 years old, i can make my own decisions." "i've tried my best to be there when she wasn't..." " You were cheating on her!" "But she didn't love me anymore... what could i do?" "She *did* love you... YOU left..." " Mary was there when i needed her..." " Stop trying to make yourself sound noble!" i said... He slapped me. i saw stars.
i stared at him. "i'm outta here." i leaned over to open the door. To get out of the truck. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back in the car. He locked the doors and we drove off.
i didn' talk to him. i cried. Not because it hurt really. Because i hate him for forcing me to be with him. i missed my mom. It wasn't fair that i had to be with a man so insane...
He took me to work with him. Bought me a bunch of stuff on the way to his office. Food. Candy. A book. It's the way it's always been. Daddy hit me. i got stuff. i was supposed to forget about it. That's life. i'm the kid. He's the Dad. He's always right. i'm always wrong.
That night. We called my mom as customary when we stayed with my dad. This time was different. We'd never been forced to be there... i told her what happned. How he hit me again. i didn't go to school...
The cops came by later. My mom had called them. When they got there, my Dad said he never hit me. Mary backed him up,saying i was a wild kid. That i just wanted to be with my mom cuz she let me do what i wanted. The cops got mad at me for "lying." Mary said i needed to be taught some discipline. Her kid was failing all his classes. Alwys in trouble. He's a little rebel.
So there you have it. We don't get along very well. Her dad and i fight constantly. He beats her, chokes her. She kicks him out... and calls him backa the next day, "i love you... i need you.. come back.. let's have dinner..." They're all crazy...
So we went back to Mary's house. i played hackysack with the little rebel outside. i feel sorry for him. His dad went to jail when he was little. He doesn't see his dad much. And he's an only child. It's not his fault...
At 5:30pm, we put our stuff in the car. Went home. Well, if that's you wanna call it.
i step into my house carrying a kitten i found at my dad's house. i kinda wanted to keep it, but i knew i wouldn't be able to. Still, i hoped i could convince my mom... Ken sees me first. "You can't have a cat in here! NO! NO. Get that thing..." i walk past him and go to my mom's room. She's studying. Ken's still raving... "Hi mom." She sees my cat. "We can't have a cat right now, Kris..." i nod. "Alright..." i walk past the kitchen. Ken's in there. " You can't have a cat!" he's STILL yelling... "I KNOOOOOW KEEEEEN..." i roll my eyes at him and slam the door behind me.
i give the cat back to my dad. Get my stuff.
What a welcome home.
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