"You can't take a class that goes until 11:00 pm!" squawks she.
"It's mandatory, mom" I mumble, while trying to figure out how I'm going to get home at that time of night without being murdered or injected with heroin at two of the most dangerous SkyTrain stations. I suppose I have to call CDIS tomorrow and ask them if my schedule can be changed. If not, I get to hang around in Burnaby, then take my chances in Surrey.
Another mom complaint is: "You need $145 headphones!?!"
To which I invariably mumble: "I'm taking Audio/Visual. And that's the only thing I need. I don't need any books." (Okay, that's a big fat lie, I need one book, but telling her that I don't need any makes her stop complaining about the headphones.)
I'm really excited about starting school, but I think Mom is just stressed about it. She has no reason to be, I'm the one going. But if she wants to worry about everything, that can be her problem.