WHAT?!

Wow. What the hell. I was having a relatively good day until I was pretty much smited a couple minutes ago. Hans was in the same room as me, not addressing me at all, and then he got up to leave the room, turned round, and said, "So Renee called AFS and the volunteer is coming on Sunday."
I was confused. "What?" I responded.
"Jaaaa, we called and the counselor is coming to talk about how to deal with things."
"What things?"
"The situation."
"What situation?" (OH MY GOD please give me a concrete answer sometime in the next five years.)
"Ja, well, we just don't really know how to handle it, you know."
"No, I don't know, because I can't tell what you're talking about. Could you please explain this to me?"
"Well, Renee feels that you're just really unhappy with the school, with flute, with us, with everything, and you're really inaccessible and not open to discussion."
I understood the unhappy part--yeah, I DO hate school, but YOU WILL NOT LET ME CHANGE!--but I did not understand the inaccessible part. I answer all their questions and start conversations of my own accord; I do not have to be prodded for information. But okay, whatever. So now there's an AFS counselor coming Sunday to "discuss our options". Which means, essentially, I am getting kicked out. Awesome, thanks guys.
And then Hans felt the need to throw down one more. "You know," he said pseudo-comtemplatively, "we've never had to do this before." (Implication: You are the worst foreign exchange student ever.) Yeah yeah, I know that was completely necessary to tell me. Just like it was completely unnecessary to diguise the fact that you didn't want me in the first place and basically got stuck with me.

So now I am in an extremely foul mood due to events that took aproximately three minutes to transpire. Even though the rest of my day was fine. I mean really, though...could they not have attempted to talk to me before calling the exchange organization and getting into a whole mess?

Mostly, I just don't want to leave Julia.