My Brother Failed A Class - And My Parents did What?

A couple of weeks ago my brother made a terrible mistake - he slept in. 

This wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't slept through....an exam. 

He got to take the exam again - though his grade would be on a pass or fail basis. 

While my parents weren't impressed, I feel like they didn't give him the punishment that he probably should have deserved. He was mighty lucky to get to take the exam again - but with a pass/fail grade, my brother needed more than that to do well in this class. 

Fast forward a couple weeks later and he's been playing games ALL DAY! 

He's been doing nothing else - except for eating and whatnot. 

Yesterday his results arrived. 

There wasn't really a stand out class - and surprise, surprise he didn't do to well in this exam he missed. 

Actually he failed. 

This was the first time either one of us has actually failed a school subject. I'm still shocked that he actually managed to fail - it's unusual for anyone to fail anything at my old College/High School - they keep a close eye on you. 

But it's not really a wonder when I think about it. 

He plays games all night - on weekends; every opportunity he gets he plays Internet games with his friends. 

What's done, is done. And still he sits there playing his laptop. 

The thing that gets me though is that Mum and Dad didn't do anything about it. 

They weren't impressed (obviously) but apart from a quick 'this is very disappointing...' nothing else went down. So, still he sits - playing his game. 

He gets it from Mum - all she does nowadays is play her Ipad. Like, literally it's all she does is play games as well. She's even having a "rum night" to celebrate this war thing her alliance is having - so, bloody nerdy and stupid, right? 

My brother is in year 12 this year - and he's working towards his ATAR (his score) to get into a University. At this rate, I'm wondering if he'll even make a good enough grade - and what will happen if he keeps failing classes. 

He's almost an adult but he lacks in everything! He has no domestic skills; he can't iron for example, he has little social skills - no work skills. He's falling behind. 

I know that I'm the same - while I have some things under control, there's a lot in my life I need to get sorted; learning to drive for instants. 

I know how it feels to lack, and it sucks - I really don't want my brother to go down that same path. But I fear I might be too late. 

:/ 

Anniversary Celebrations; but not for me.

Been A while, I know. 
And really, I shouldn't be writing anything now (I have a ton of work to do, it's not even funny, and today I set myself the task of working my little butt off, but then I was confused about this thing and was trying to figure it out and by the end of the day, I still haven't got anywhere.) 

Whoa, what a long bracket sentence *my bad* 
Also, this will be really informal - all the essays I've been doing, plus my writing, plus uni's writing...arg! 
I'm amazed the first thing I want to do is write more! 

But I feel bad for neglecting this poor little thing; with small posts, little views and no comments or followers. *Why do I have a blog again?*

The topic of today's post is a congratulatory one. 
Today my parents celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary. *cheers, Champaign popping, glasses tinkering* - you know that kind of noise. 

I'm so proud of my parents and lucky to have them. Growing up, (at one stage) all of my friendship group's parents were divorced and they lived with their mums. They also never, or very little, saw their dads. 
I'm grateful, that my parents are very much in love (ew, OK, don't want to think about that.) 

So today, it was sad to see Mum trodding off to work early this morning, while Dad stayed home (he's "sick.") Actually, no really he is; you'll be glad to know that he's getting better *I think it's the alcohol* 
They spent the day apart. Mum rang earlier today, and they talked on the phone for hours *glad to know Mum's actually working*
And when she got home, they opened champagne and have been celebrating ever since. 
And it's only 6pm. 
We're staying home and take away will be arriving shortly (something special, like Indian; not the run of the mill Maccas or anything ew.) 

So, basically; congrats to Mummy and Daddy - and I hope in another 20 years, you guys are just as happy. *But hopefully, I wont still be living in the same house* 

Oh dear God - did I just jinx myself?