Acceptance

My professor emailed me back. She did give a "sorry" for the tone of her first email- blaming it on stress.  She then did give me the option to take the test at 7:45 in the morning on Wednesday. At that point, I had already accepted I am not supposed to see my dad. Therefore, I have decided there is an apparent reason I am supposed to go to my classes, and I am not going to my dad's. At this point I have no emotion toward the situation. I feel dumb for being so upset earlier. It is only one day, and obviously not worth it. I haven't told my dad yet, but I suppose he deserves some let downs every once in a while too (though I don't really believe "revenge" is a good strategy). I am tired now, from crying and from stressing over something that is obviously not a big deal to anyone else. I felt even stupider when the teacher told me that I could take the test then with a boy who's dad is having heart surgery that afternoon. Obviously I would know that heart surgerys are more important than divorced parents- and frankly my dad has had multiple. In fact, I found out this weekend, again due to my dad's "wonderful" communication skills, that he arrested again (cardiac arrested that is) but his defibrillator worked properly, thank God. I feel numb to the situation now though. This feeling reminds me of my childhood. I've learned over time sometimes numbness is easier than hurt, and getting over things is better than dwelling on them. I will look forward to classes Wednesday, and be grateful I get to go to a school like this at all. With that being said, I am done with this.