So my new semester started yesterday, and things went okay. Three classes back-to-back, two of which are in the same classroom consecutively. That makes things a little easier, though I dread Fridays now as that's when those three classes wish to administer exams.
But all in all, I'm not too worried. It's all part of my plan to give me Tuesdays and Thursdays free, so the drive won't kill my pocketbook with gas costs.
This semester, I'm taking Sounds of Human Language (Phoenetics), Structure of Human Language (Syntax), Beginning Swahili 1, and Intermediate Amharic 1. A pretty heavy load, but I'm looking forward to it.
I've found I don't get angry and depressed anymore. I just get very exhausted. Therapy, combined with a medicine that works, has been helping tremendously. In fact, I don't even get angry at my father.
It all happened when he apologized to me.
One day, he was on the phone with a business client. He was preparing dinner and using lots of milk products. Well, I recently was told to cut dairy out of my diet by my doctor. I asked him before he put the yogurt sauce on the food to hold off on the ones destined for me. He then grumbled on the phone to his client, "30 years he's been drinking milk, how all of a sudden does my son get lactose intolerance?" That pissed me off. Telling a stranger... complaining about me to him. So when he got off the phone, I told him, "I really don't appreciate the fact that you're complaining about your family to people we don't know. Especially in front of us." Well, he was going to get angry. He was taking deep breaths, glaring, and doing the bull-snort thing, when suddenly, he stopped and softened, then said, "Wait... you're absolutely right. That was wrong of me, and I apologize. Forgive me."
It's like that one line unlocked something in my brain, and even his. From then on, we've had a much better relationship. He doesn't yell, he doesn't complain, and he's getting over his constant phrasing things with "Do me a favor..." I in turn have started cleaning the entire house, and finding I enjoy it. I won't clean my room, but the rest of the house I make sure looks nice. He's even let me borrow his motorcycle, where once he refused, thinking that I would just destroy it. Well, I took it one day, ended up falling over. No damage, but I told him honestly, and he just shrugged and said, "I've done that. You learn."