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Big Sisters Suck in Inside My Head

  • Jan. 31, 2014, 3:39 p.m.
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Big Sisters Suck 3/10/2001

Becca's home for two days and already she's driving me crazy. She asked to read one of my scholarship essays, which I said allowed. She automatically started ripping it apart. I understand she's an English major and all, but she really needs to calm down. The essay topic was "Why We Should Remember WWII?" My essay was basically stated we should remember WWII because contemporary society needs to remember the mistakes of the Jews of the world as well as all of the nations so we don't repeat those mistakes. Becca starts ripping into me because I said the Jews of Holland naively believed their country would be spared, even after watching the Jews in neighboring countries be abused and killed. She starts yelling at me that they had no choice, and that there was nothing they could do, etc. I don't mind that she disagreed with my thesis; I mind because she told me I was wrong. All of my information was validated by books, encyclopedias, testimonies, as well as other sources of information. No matter what, she's always right. It just pisses me off.

Last night me, Becca, Kyle, and the rest of my family were discussing Umass@Amherst. No offense to anyone who goes to the school, this is just my personal opinion. I don't want to go to Umass because it's really not that competitive of a school; I've also heard there were a lot of problems within the school. Becca kept telling me to shut up, it's a good school. Umass is on the same level as Cortland, a school that was Becca's safety. (She was terrified of getting rejected from Binghamton and being forced to go to Cortland). That's how Becca works. It's not good enough for her, but it's good enough for me. She always treats me like I'm a little kid who doesn't know what I'm talking about. And then Rachel wonders why I adamantly (spelling?) refuse to visit her. She acts like she's my mother and has to watch over me 24-7. It gets annoying after eighteen years, you know? Anyway...I think I've complained enough for one night.

Phobia of the Day: Fear of dead things-Necrophobia

Until later

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