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Apparently the report cards came yesterday or something.
I honestly don't know what it is about this sheet of white paper, but it manages to cause a battle in the house every single time.
I TELL my mom my grades verbally like before they come in the mail and she's all okay and happy with them but then she reads the paper and she freaks out and bans computer usage forever. Not only does she create the most irrational bans but she tells me how hard I don't work. Words fly around the kitchen and I of course, in a fit of rage, yell "You'll never amount to what I am! You'll never be as good as I am now!" And of course, she doesn't understand what that means.
Because I got a B on the physics final exams. (It was an 89 by the way)
And I hate it when she tells me that I don't work hard, that I should have studied during winter break. But honestly... does she think that I can truly study hard with my relatives in my house all the time? When I already had so much homework assigned? So the week before finals and through finals week, I hadn't gotten more than 2 hours of sleep every day because of studying. And well, it's not because I consider lack of sleep to be admirable, but because I was studying my ass off.
It's not so easy balancing schoolwork with everything else. Like, they think that the only thing we have to worry about is studying and school, but totally forget the other aspects of my life. I mean, family takes up so much of my time. I have little time for friends and problems that I have to deal with. And miscellaneous stuff.
Honestly, they seem to have forgotten what being a teenager was like.
I honestly don't know what it is about this sheet of white paper, but it manages to cause a battle in the house every single time.
I TELL my mom my grades verbally like before they come in the mail and she's all okay and happy with them but then she reads the paper and she freaks out and bans computer usage forever. Not only does she create the most irrational bans but she tells me how hard I don't work. Words fly around the kitchen and I of course, in a fit of rage, yell "You'll never amount to what I am! You'll never be as good as I am now!" And of course, she doesn't understand what that means.
Because I got a B on the physics final exams. (It was an 89 by the way)
And I hate it when she tells me that I don't work hard, that I should have studied during winter break. But honestly... does she think that I can truly study hard with my relatives in my house all the time? When I already had so much homework assigned? So the week before finals and through finals week, I hadn't gotten more than 2 hours of sleep every day because of studying. And well, it's not because I consider lack of sleep to be admirable, but because I was studying my ass off.
It's not so easy balancing schoolwork with everything else. Like, they think that the only thing we have to worry about is studying and school, but totally forget the other aspects of my life. I mean, family takes up so much of my time. I have little time for friends and problems that I have to deal with. And miscellaneous stuff.
Honestly, they seem to have forgotten what being a teenager was like.