fatherless is how i prefer to be known.

today i had a small argument in class with my science teacher. although im paraphrasing it, it went something like this:

teacher: i want to see your mother tomorrow for conferences.

me: she's not coming. she has better things to do. why would you want to see her anyway, so that you can tell her about all of my absences?

teacher: yeah, you bet i'm going to her.

me: well.. like i said, she's not coming. she works.

teacher: i'm going to call her. the school doesn't close until nine. i'll just give her a call and let her know.

me: you're going to phone my mum to let her know that i haven't been going to school? they send all the letters to my house. we get all the notices.

teacher: well, i am going to call her anyway.

now the issue i have with this is, he's not my freakin' father. why does he care whether she knows if i go school or not?! his job is to bore me to death with his pointless knowledge of soil and minerals. he treats me like a child. constantly nagging me on why i haven't showed up or what i'm writing in my journal. things that are none of his business. it's ironic that he gave us a speech about how he wasn't going to "baby" us when it came to school work and that if we didn't do it, he wasn't going to be our cheerleader and say things like, "oh come on, you can do it!" i was so glad when he said that because everyone in the class is 16 & 17 years old. we aren't kids anymore, so when he's all up my butt over phoning my mum to just complain to her is quite pathetic and it irritates me.