Why Won't The Ones I Love Back The Side I Support? There Must Be A Flaw In The Construction.

Ugh, I read Will We Linger and Fallacious Preceptor to my mom and Danielle tonight. They both loved Will We Linger and said that I used symbolism really well in the poem. Danielle said that the only reason I can even do that is because of Mr. Smith, so I must pause here give credit where credit is due. Props to Mr. Smith for stirring in me the writer that God created me to be. That's the good news. When I got done reading Fallacious Preceptor to my dear mother and sister, they immediately tore it to pieces saying that I was illogical in my anger towards the ineptness of our teachers. Then they laid into me about how I, again, just have a bad attitude. It's conversations like this when I just want to scream at my family members and ask how on earth I can be related to and loyal to people like them, and not act an ounce like them. I don't understand why it is so entirely hard for them to understand my side of things, and to back me, I'm their own flesh and blood. But no, they leave me for the turkey vultures to eat. Those stupid birds don't even care who sees them tear the flesh off of the rotten dead. Alabama, I am awaiting your commencement like nothing else in my life. Until I am with you, adieu.