How do you pronounce “Cessna”? Should the initial sound be “s” as in “sky”?
Question: How do you pronounce “Cessna”? Should the initial sound be “s” as in “sky”?
Any supportin argument is appreciated.
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Answer by rick29148
Sezz-Na.
this isn’t working right. what should i do?
Question: this isn’t working right. what should i do?
sorry, but this is a long one…
first of all, i’m 14. but please don’t say that i’m immature because of it; i’ve had plenty of life experience and i have more maturity that the typical highschool freshman.
so when i was in 6th grade, i was living in Ft Collins, CO and pretty happy with it, because i’d finally gotten to a school that i didn’t absolutely hate. but then my grandma lost a lot of money from her job going downhill, etc. and decided to move us to California so she could be with this man that i didn’t even know. i was utterly miserable and only lasted about 2 months before i moved to Breckenridge, CO to live with my mom.
now my mom is barely 17 years older than me. teenage mother, mental health issues, etc. and i lived with my gramma from the time i was 4 to when i was 11 for a REASON. my mom and I couldn’t get along for more than 36 hours without fighting. i learned how to hold my own in a screaming fight when i was 8 and my dad told me to **** off, and my mom thought i had just been a little brat, but they’re both immature for parents.
I lived with my mom from Xmas break to about mid April in 6th grade, and then my great grandmother (75 at the time) saw her punch me because i had dropped something on her foot. she wanted me to live with her, and her daughter (my mother’s mother) flew out from Cali to take me from my mom’s. there was a big emotional scene, but i was sick of living with my mom. i went to school, living with my great grandparents, for the rest of the school year (about a month) and then went to Texas for the summer to see my mom’s father and his new little wifey.
while i was in Texas, my grandpa apparently decided that my life should be put right back into the hands of my verbally abusive mother. he didn’t consult anyone and just put me on a plane to CO at the end of June.
my mom didn’t give me much s**t when i got there, and the first week we pretty much tried to avoid eachother, but after a while things just started sucking. she would always yell at me about how i was screwing things up, and i was worthless to her because i was having trouble adjusting. i lived with her all 7th and 8th grade, and i didn’t even go to Texas the summer after 7th because she was saying i was going to “pull another little bullshit stunt” and get my family to take me away from her. school was absolutely miserable, i had no friends, and my best friend(that i was in love with) and i had been fighting since April. my mom did send me to California around the end of August, and my grandma took me to Menterey for a couple days. we were at the beach quite a bit, and she noticed some scratches on my wrist that by then were all scar tissue and got mad at my mom for not telling her. my mom’s defense was that my issues were my own fault, so i should be responsible enough to deal with it on my own. i felt like my family hated me, and i said i just got random depression and found something sharp. i never said my mom had anything to do with it because i knew they wouldnt believe me.
summer after 8th grade, i got caught with weed at my summer camp in Texas. when i got home my grandpa found these gashes on my arms that i had been working for months to hide. by then they were all scar tissue, but still pretty red, and he said they would send me to a hospital for “my kind” if i kept this up. i was utterly miserable; my mom had moved on to physical violence sometime in 8th grade, and my best friend had decided that i wasn’t worth his time(that whole situation took me about 7 months to get over). plus my boyfriend had just dumped me over a text message after taking advantage of me because i was almost never sober. when i got back to CO(after begging desperately for them not to send me back to my abusive stoner mother) my mom treated me like i was some sort of rodent. i had to do everything, i couldn’t go anywhere, and she checked my pockets and room every time she got home. i was rarely allowed to even leave my room, and i just didn’t feel like eating, so she had decided that i was now anorexic.
one day she came up to my room totally freaked out and crying and said that i was going to visit CA for a few weeks. when i got here, my grandma told me i would be living here. i’ve been here since the beginning of August and i still hate it. in October i started texting one of my old friends more; he’s an ex of one of my girlie friends, and almost 4 years older than me (18). we started flirting back and forth, but now i know that i really do love him(i’ve been in love before, i know what it is — i’m not just being immature) and he says that he loves me. i felt pretty secure about talking to him until about the last week. now i’m feeling like nothing will work out, and i’m moving back into my depressed slump. my wrists itch and i want a blade every now and again, but i’m resisting. my family treat
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Answer by xumbergirl93x
girl if you believe in god go pray and go to a bunch of stuff they do..and exercise and forget about whatever happened … exercising helps it makes you feel alot better…and SMILE SMILE SMILE be happy look at positive things and fight you cant always stay in a corner cutting yourself which is really dangerous your hurting your body =(