Return of the Mother

Scary right? Especially since I was behind on school...fortunately, I managed to escape doom by breaking the news to her in small stages...so she was never overly mad at me. However, since her return life has pretty much gone back to normal. Regular meals. Regular arguments over my being allowed to stay up past midnight (compromise is occasionally reached, but I have yet to win a complete victory). Watching moronic movies every now and then is also compulsory. We just watched Shaka Zulu, which is five hours long. Fortunately, I was listening to my ipod with noise-blocking headphones and reading a Terry Pratchett book (my mother knew about the latter, not the first one though). So it wasn't the end of the world. Still irritating though. Fortunately she hadn't taken it into her head to wake me up before 10 yet, although I rather suspect that that is only a matter of time. At anyrate, my wonderful time of relaxation is officially over, and I'm back to the regular, stressful existence induced by the presence of a perfectionist mother who also happens to be my teacher.