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Annie is so evil, I'm so addicted now it isn't even funny. So I guess I should move on to more serious things now (Don't get my wrong, Annie and Melissa are still HAWT)
Anyways, so it looks as though another legal battle looms on my family's horizon. Long story short, my dad moved to Escondido when we were all going to school here in Clairemont. And my Mom lives here in Clairemont and they have joint custody, so we've got a bizarre schedule that woud make your heads spin. On an average day with my dad, I get up around 5:45 am, get dressed, and off to school in an hour long car ride. Anyways, summer of '02 and my Dad tries to send me to San Pasqual High (by his house) rather than CHS(by my Mom's house). I practically didn't talk to him at all all summer long. So my Mom eventually took him to court and the Judge totally chewed him out and said it was up to me, so I opted for CHS.
Then came the summer of '03. Once again my Dad tried the same thing but this time my Mom was ready, and right as we (meaning my Step-mom, I sat there in total silence) were talking to the Admissions lady, the Admissions lady pulls out a Court Order of Non-Interference or something like that, which basically prohibits the school from admitting me without my Mother's consent. So the lady turns to me, because I haven't said squat, and because she heard my step mom's side of things about our schedule, the school situation and so on. So she said "How do you feel about this?" This had to be the most wonderful person I'd ever met. "Lady, you have no idea." So she asked me if I wanted to go to San Pasqual, and I said "Absolutely not." So she said to let me go back to CHS (I think at this point she thought I was going to become a trouble maker if forced to go to San Pasqual) and all the way to my dad's my step-mom railed on my Mom (who hates her with a passion people).
Same thing happened with my sister, but she opted to go to school in Escondido so its her own fault. And then there was last spring when my Dad tried to get me Confirmed (1 of the 7 Catholic Sacraments) with a sponsor HE selected. For those of you out there who don't know, Confirmation is when you as a person decide to be a catholic, and choosing your own sponsor is supposed to be your own act and the person who is chosen is supposed to be really honored. In my case my father chose a lady I've technically known for a very long time. But do I know her? Nope. Not one bday present, nor a christmas present, and she thinks I'm crying out for attention constantly. So it came down the biggest fight we've ever had: Either I chose my own sponsor, he calls the sponsor he chose and tells her he appointed her my sponsor without my consent or I don't get confirmed and I most likely wouldn't become Catholic.
Let's just put it this way: I never knew anything about the Catholic church anyways(Gay issues, abortion, birth control), so it would have been stupid for me to join an organization I knew nothing of.
So now he wants my little brother to go to school up there. Personally, I don't care. If my little Bro goes to school up there it means I'll spend alot more time at my mom's (and with a new baby coming, I don't mind at all). I'm done fighting with my dad, I've got a 3.5 so he can go shove it. But like I said, I think another legal battle in the works. Actually, there have been so many, I've lost count.
So, 5th Period today, AP US History, the girl behind me Nena/TJ starts demanding how to say my last name (Mancilla). I told her I didn't care if she said it in spanish or gringo since nearly everyone in my family uses both. But she kept pushing and pushing, and then she kept calling me a mexican. I am not Mexican. At that point I crawled into my shell and shut her out. I had made the mistake of saying aloud, somewhat annoyed, I am not Mexican. So she started demanding what I was, but I don't think she realized I don't have to tell her shit.
But Mrs Henderson heard me snap at her about not being Mexican, so she was suddenly interested. Once again the conversation leapt up about how to say my last name (this time the entire class was listening and involved) so it kind of digressed but Henderson snapped the spotlight back on me an demanded to know if I had a problem with Mexicans.
Now I have no problem with Mexicans. My Dad's from Ecuador and my Mom's maiden name is Perez, she's from a White-Spanish family so I'm kinda a mut I think thats the term. My problem is that when someone sees a latino/hispanic person, they ALWAYS assume the person is Mexican. So many times I introduce myself to people and they go "So are you Mexican or something?" and I'd love to reply "I don't know, do you have an excessively large bat I can hit you repeatedly in the head with?"
Back on topic, Henderson demands to know how my dad says it, so I tell her that just like everyone else, he jumps around on how he says it. So Henderson ends with "Well, however your dad says it, you should say it." Now that pissed me off. I mean, that REALLY pissed me off. So I looked up from my book because I was so embarassed by the entire conversation that I was blushing, looked her dead on and said: "I don't have to do anything my father does." Then the class did that whole "Ewww..." thing and the conversation ended there.
Lots 'o drama.