Spring Break #2

I'm thinking about getting the fuck out of my house and walk around the city...I dunno where, but I wish it was warmer so I could just go out without a heavy coat...I really don't feel like being at home.
My parents, my mom at least, continues to believe that I was the only one at fault with this thing with my cello teacher. This, of course, is complete bullshit. I still can't believe my teacher reacted to my behavior in the way that she did. It's really quite unbelievable. I heard my mom talking from the kitchen to my dad saying "Debbie was absolutely right. Jacob did not take responsibility for not knowing..." blah blah blah...Such a trivial thing to get upset over. I'm going to copy-paste the email she sent me so you can get a better idea of the bullshit:

Hi Erica,

I just wanted to talk to you about our lesson today. We started off working on some of the things that Pam mentioned. He for some reason thinks that we've never talked about "flexible fingers and colle' bowing". He forgot his notebook and happened to have his old notebook so we flipped through it and I showed him where we talked about flexible fingers and colle' etc. This tends to happen where he forgets what we work on and for some reason always thinks that I only tellmand teach Alec certain things. Anyway, the manner in which he was responding was very rude so I ended our lesson early. I hope that you understand that I cannot allow students to talk that way and Jacob is never rude in lessons (ironically I sent you that earlier email). I don't know if he is going through something and just wanted to see if you had any input. Also, I gave him the power putty (Pam also mentioned it in the master class) in the summer but his doctor didn't seem to think that much of it so we didn't continue to use it. I would like to try it again since Pam thinks that it's a good idea but let me know if his doctor thinks it might make things worse. Also, tell him not to use it yet but to bring it to our next lesson. Let me know if you have any info.

-Debbie

That's the email down to the letter. It's just crazy, I really don't get it. Every day this conflict goes on makes me have less confidence in adults as a majority. If I had been the teacher in this situation, there'd be know way in hell I'd let it get to me, and I certainly wouldn't email the student's mother over something so obviously trivial. And now my mom is fucking mad at me for this dumb thing. Fucking yuck. But I'm trying , really, really hard to get it off my mind and make it not matter; I want to be a strong person like that. If I let it get to me, it's gonna ruin my entire fucking vacation, no doubt about it.

I took a shower in the dark last night.
My bathroom is constructed so that no light can get in from the outside, so I was absolutely blind. I want to describe the experience. I had to keep my eyes closed because they began to throb from the strain of trying to see. It was impossible to see anything. I know my bathroom very well (it's small) so I knew where everything was, but it was impossible to know one bottle from the next. I had to smell them in order to figure out what was the shampoo for dandruff and what was the body wash...

I began to read Franny and Zooey this morning...it looks interesting, but I have to use a lot of concentration to read it; it easy to lose my way in the dark black text with very little spacing between the lines.