That leaves two last competencies to begin & submit (along w/ three grades pending).
Currently, w/ fourteen (out of nineteen) grades on record, my average is 97%.
(2/2🧵)

Her: Okay, well, when you decide, you know what I like: roast beef, turkey, chicken.

He wanders off. Comes back fifteen minutes later.
Him: Oh? Did you want something? I got pepperoni...

Me, when he leaves again, to purchase a $5 can of Coke: You deserve better.

(2/2🧵)

W/ that reprieve, I was able to slowly begin distancing myself from his misdirected rage, & by the time I was fifteen, my father's barbed words no longer caused me to flinch, because the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference.
(2/2🧵)

Them: "Do we have to wear these seatbelts?"
Me: "Am I wearing a Megabus
uniform?!"

FYI: I am *not* wearing a Megabus uniform, but I *am* wearing my seatbelt; double decker busses are wobbly.

Them: "Do any of these seats have chargers?"
Me: "They're under every set of seats."
Them: "Mine doesn't seem to?!"
Me: ::sighs::
Me: "Did you look *under* your seat?"
Then: "Oh."

Them: "Is this where to wait for the bus?"
Me: "Depends what bus, but your best bet is to check any of the MANY screens throughout the station, all of which will tell you which gate your specific bus will be at."

Collected myself a Thai peanut sauce burrito thingy, before making my way to the bus terminal. Fingers crossed I'll be able to have a seat set to myself for at least part of the way... 🤞
(2/2)

I, of course, took it as a compliment. Both that they thought I was young enough to have been out partying last night, & that they assumed it was makeup rather than permanent bags under my eyes.

Having war criminals give speeches at the UN is fucking wild.