Sweet, Sweet Club President
It’s been while hasn’t it? It’s drawing closer to the end of the semester and I’ve been hit with a wave of continuous workloads. On top of the car accident, there’s a shit ton of project, papers, and exams that are due. Honestly, although I enjoy writing out these posts, they do take up a long while to type. Such a shame. A post may usually take me close to an hour and a half, but some of the longer ones last up to 3 hours to type out. A bit unfair if you ask me. All that typing for a 5 minute read. It’s probably my own fault though, because I’m a really slow typer. I use just my 2 pointer fingers. I guess that’s also why typing out class papers take me a while, too.
A few days ago, I was having a really bad day. As I just mentioned, I have a lot of things going on. It’s been a couple weeks after the car accident. The uncle and cousin just need to worry about recovering, but I’m still on the sidelines taking care of all the paperwork, finding lawyers, taking the kid to more dentists, getting medicine, etc… Since it’s been a while, the uncle and kid have been well recovered, but their paperwork and extra errands don’t end. Now, after the shock of the accident, my cousin has been reverting back to her usual self.
This whole past month, I’ve been trying to treat her better, not just because of the accident, but even before that. She’s a really misbehaving kid and before, my mom and I would just keep yelling at her for it. After a while, I didn’t really see any progress so I decided to switch strategies. I thought if I showed her kindness instead, she wouldn’t feel any resentment towards us, and that might motivate her to be a better kid. Everything she asked for, I bought for her. Everything she wanted to eat, I’d go and dine with her. All her favorite snacks and candy, I’d bring home and surprise her. After a whole month of that, I guess I was out $600? I bought her a shit ton of stuffed animals she picked out, a few new clothes, and took her to eat sushi and seafood boil whenever she asked. It’s my own fault for being a gullible fucking idiot. After she was well recovered from the accident, I started out tutoring lessons again as normal, but she was still a brat as ever. Giving me attitude, wasting my time, wasting my energy. The days I wasn’t busy with the club or school, I’d have to spend it at home tutoring her and running more errands for her and her dad. She looks like a cute, innocent kid because she’s tiny for her age and has a sad backstory with having a dead mom and everything, but that still doesn’t mean she isn’t some rude bastard.
I guess with all the stress and work I’ve been doing had been piling on over the past 2 weeks and having her disrespectful attitude as the cherry on top, finally made me break down. I was exhausted. I serve her and her father at every beck and call, and when she can’t at least listen to me when I ask her to focus on her work while I’m tutoring her, it just feels like I’m being mocked. She’s 10 years younger than me, yet doesn’t take me seriously at all. She always has to wait until I get fed up and start yelling at her. At that point, she just cries because of the loud noises we make and she’s not listening to what we’re actually trying to say. When I explained it in a softer but serious tone, she thinks I’m still playing around with her and still refuses to do as told.
I was exhausted. That day I broke down. My mom blamed it on me, asking me how am I losing to a 12 year old? It’s true. To this fucking kid that’s not even my own. To this fucking kid that isn’t even my sister. To this fucking kid that is just barely related to me, but I’m pushed into the responsibilities of looking over her through my own blood, sweat, and tears.
And on the day I was breaking down, I heard a ping come from my phone in between my sobs. It was Club President. She was doing a random check up on me, asking me how I was. I lied, saying I was bored and was looking for something to do. She equally expressed her boredom and it wasn’t long for us to come up with a plan together, and soon I was speeding down the freeway to pick her up from her house. I enjoy her company. Even if she wasn’t a good president sometimes, whenever I was around her, she always made me feel at peace (even if some of my posts don’t mention it). At immersion day when I thought everything was going to shit, she came to help like a light at the end of a tunnel. When I was sick with COVID and had to miss my presentation for my Etiquette Lunch event, she was there to save my ass. And Club President was there for me to set up the last Awards Ceremony even when she didn’t need to.
Thank god it was a long drive to her house. It gave me time to dry my tears and put on a smile. I picked her up from her house and we went to get boba together. When she sat in my car and started talking to me, I just felt all of my worries melt away. Whenever I spend my time with her, it’s always felt like a time I can escape my responsibilities and go back to being a regular 22 year old hanging out with a friend. Someone that doesn’t know about my crazy home situation and can make me feel at peace. Our original plan was to grab boba and study at the cafe, but we realized the boba spot was really small and had no tables. It was almost 9 at night, so she suggested with study at her house. I was hesitant at first, but realized I didn’t make this drive for nothing, and back we went.
Her house is huge! Her dad is also loaded as hell! He has 3 boats!! Anyways, we got to her room and she put on a scented candle for us. It smelt really relaxing and sweet. It helped put my mind at ease. Her room is an accurate representation of her. Whereas mine just looks like a collection of mismatched objects, hers looked like a room off of Pinterest. Instead of a lamp or overhead lighting as her main source of light, she had fairy lights all around her room emanating a soft, yellow glow.
We studied for a good hour until we got distracted and started talking. We talked about anything and everything; love lives, favorite flowers, home life, insecurities, first impressions, friends we have, the club, etc… We talked for 3 hours until 1 in the morning before forcing ourselves to stop to start studying again. I only worked for 30 more minutes before yawning. We laughed and agreed to call it a night.
TLDR: my family sucks but Club President is nice. Oh and the boba was fucking disgusting.