I've had a bad day...a REALLY bad day
I got called off the waitlist so I get to go to vet school this year. Awesomeness. however:
1. My letter hasn't gotten to my house yet. Even though I've called the school twice just to make sure I did actually get called and it all wasn't a dream, I'm still doubting that I really did get called and I know I won't feel better unless I have that letter. It's been almost a week since I got the call, the letter should have been here by now. Plus, I haven't received anything else, like emails from the school, so I'm freaking out and so are my parents because now they are also starting to think it was all a dream and they already called everyone. If this did turn out to be just a dream, I think my parents' reaction is going to make the national news, which would be bad for me.
2. If I did actually get in and this isn't all a dream then I am not allowed to take my dogs with me to school. NOT AWESOME. My parents won't let me take MY dogs, the one that I've had since he was 6 days old, the one I weaned, trained, take to the vet, shove pills down his mouth, moved across the country with, and spent more than $12,000 on medical bills on, and the other one that I rescued and retrained and fed because they say they're not really MY dogs, they're the family dogs, the family dogs that the family has had nothing to do with in the past 8 years. I love my dogs more than anything in the world, they're practically my children. This is going to suck.
3. I can't find a place to live. Not because there are no places to live but because of my parents. One wants me to live in a place by myself because with my OCD, I would probably kill my roommate but the other wants me to live a roommate because that would mean I'm safer or whatever. So their disagreement has led to fighting which had led to not speaking and thus not helping me, which is bad because I have no idea what I',m doing as I have never lived on my own before. All of this fighting leads to mini rant 4:
4. My parents are actually upset I got into vet school and that my dream is coming true. I found out when they were yelling at each other across the house. Apparently being a vet isn't a good image for a woman and being a vet isn't going to cause me to have a high status in society (which is a big deal in some Latin cultures). They wanted me to go to people medical school because it is prestigious and I would have a high status and they would be able to marry me off more easily and I would be able to support my brothers for the rest of their lives, which apparently I can't do as a vet according to them, so they'll probably make it so I lose conservatorship of my younger brother. Glad to know my parents don't really support me. Love you too, guys.
Finally the worse thing that has ever happened to me
5. English isn't my first language, it's my third. And English is a hard language to learn, especially when your older. Therefore, I don't speak it when I go out with my family, we speak Spanish, which apparently means I'm an illegal alien to everyone, like people at the store thought today. Not only was I told, very rudely, to go back to the scum country I supposedly came from and stop taking jobs from real Americans (I don't have a job) but the stupid rednecks, who speak worse English than I do, decided to find a cop in the store and say that they suspected my family and I were illegal aliens because we were speaking Spanish and we looked Mexican (WTF? I look Hispanic, why do they automatically assume I'm Mexican? Not that being Mexican is bad, it's just that I'm not Mexican, I'm a Colombian who was born in Japan...I'm an air force brat, my family can't get more American)... and in front of a lot of people, my family and I had to prove our American citizenship (We carry our passports so it wasn't a problem but still). Talk about humiliating. I've never been more humiliated in my entire life.
Going to go cry now