Firstly I will apologise to anyone that takes offence with my post but for gods sake what is wrong with the kids of today.
So here I am, I have taken a day off to take lil emo smart clothes shopping for her 6th form interview later in the day.
She has asked me to wake her up at 7.30 so she can get ready, I wake her up at 7.15, why because I have to walk the dogs and wont be back by then, do I get a thank you….no, I get, its 7.15 I said 7.30. I turn and walk out, I have to spend the morning shopping with her so I choose the walk away option.
For once in her life she is dressed, cement on face applied and ready to leave on time at 8.30. We arrive at the shops and I am promptly marched round every shop, a various assortment of clothes are flung at me and we debate on the suitability of most of them and therefore those I reject are thrown on the floor. After 3 hours we have managed to purchase, 3 dresses, 2 skirts, an assortment of blouses and shoes. What did I get, these bags are too heavy you carry them. Now for once in my life I turned round in the middle of Miss Selfridge and replied at the top of my voice, YOUR STUFF YOU CARRY IT OR LEAVE IT ON THE FLOOR. So the attitude is turned up a level and she proceeds to announce that her friends parents took her shopping and purchased two years of clothes. Now before I even have chance to respond a lady marches up to her and states that no one in their right mind purchases two years worth of clothes. I decide to add that in 3 months she will have grown said clothes will be out of fashion and as most of them will be slung on the floor so technically they will be lost. So I stomp and when I say stomp I mean a full-blown stomp out of the shop and head for home while lil emo struts and moans about how heavy her bags are behind me.
We are home and she is trying on her purchases and a decision is made as to what she is wearing, I pop up to have a look and Im totally dismayed by the fact that all her new clothes are slung on the floor, she is standing on them. So deep breath, I suggest she should hang them up and Im told she has no spare hangers. I fetch spare hangers which are also flung on the floor.
Off we go to her 6th form interview which she informs me is not for parents, I am surprised when we arrive……oh look parents are here, perhaps she got it wrong. I am no fool I know her too well. So in we go and we meet with the head of 6th form. Now im not really sure what I expected but I expected this sort of conversation, so what career are you thinking of, that didn’t happen.
Now lil emo had already submitted her choices, English Lang English Lit, French, Government and Politics and Photography, why because she wants to be a journalist, this girl will be the next Kate Aide however she will not be reporting on wars, oh no this girl will be starting them. Anyway we sit there and lil emo announces she now wants to change all her options to, Psychology, Sociology, Communications and something I have never heard of and Performing Arts…why…beacuse she wants to be a social worker but more importantly she wants to go to University. Now I can only assume the head of 6th form has clocked my confused face and starts going on about how great University is to gain life experience, poor man, I couldn’t help myself but launch into a fully blown rant.,
Dont make me laugh, life experience my backside, she can go and spend 6 months with her brother in Afghanistan or better still get off her bum and get a job. I am not, I repeat, I am not shelling out over 30 grand for madame to have a lifetime experience, go to Disney world better still do some charity work. Pray tell me what valuable experience is it she will gain from a few years dossing in a flat, eating beans, attending lectures and getting ratarsed at student gigs because quite frankly I am not getting this one.
So needless to say we come away, lil emo has got her own way but has been given the warning, you want to go to University well you need to show some willing my dear, your sister has a part-time job and is saving take a leaf out of her book or forget it.
So some of you will perhaps think I am a terrible Mother, guess what wait until your little darling turns into a lazy, rude, ungrateful, attitude ridden emo.