Family
I'm staying with my parents over Easter, as is my sister. My sister, when she first saw me, said I was looking skinnier. I'm still 147 pounds. That's not skinny by anyone's definition (even though there is a decent amount of muscle there).
My mum's comments were along the lines of, "You're doing really well, but there's still a way to go."
My mum's also been going on about my master's project. After all this time, it would be a great shame if I don't get a first. I've averaged a first for most of my degree, I need to keep up the effort or I'll slip down to a 2:1. Most people would be happy with a 2:1! The vast majority of employers think that a 2:1 from a good university is a great degree to have and I'm at one of the best universities for computer science. But apparently, what's good enough for Google and Microsoft isn't good enough for my mum.
It's like I'm right back where I was when I was doing my GCSE's. Back to feeling that it would be the end of the world if I got an A rather than an A*. (For those who don't know the English system for GCSE's, the grades go A*, A, B, C etc.).
I just want to scream at my mum sometimes.
She doesn't know I've had an ED. She does know I tried to kill myself while I was studying for my GCSE's. You'd think that would maybe convince her to take the pressure off a bit. Apparently not. She knows I'm clever, so my grades have to be perfect.
My mum's comments were along the lines of, "You're doing really well, but there's still a way to go."
My mum's also been going on about my master's project. After all this time, it would be a great shame if I don't get a first. I've averaged a first for most of my degree, I need to keep up the effort or I'll slip down to a 2:1. Most people would be happy with a 2:1! The vast majority of employers think that a 2:1 from a good university is a great degree to have and I'm at one of the best universities for computer science. But apparently, what's good enough for Google and Microsoft isn't good enough for my mum.
It's like I'm right back where I was when I was doing my GCSE's. Back to feeling that it would be the end of the world if I got an A rather than an A*. (For those who don't know the English system for GCSE's, the grades go A*, A, B, C etc.).
I just want to scream at my mum sometimes.
She doesn't know I've had an ED. She does know I tried to kill myself while I was studying for my GCSE's. You'd think that would maybe convince her to take the pressure off a bit. Apparently not. She knows I'm clever, so my grades have to be perfect.