i feel so underappreciated
My parents think I am a machine. For the past 12 years I've never given them anything to complain about in regard to my grades. Even when I did get top marks, they did nothing for me. They said "Keep it up, Maria," and went right back to watching TV or eating their fucking dinners. Then sophomore year came, and I was genuinely struggling to focus, what with the separation and the almost-divorce. I had inadequate teachers, and I was going through so many changes. I'm 16. I'm only human.
My report card came in the mail today. My GPA went from a 102.27 to a 101.54 and they started to flip a shit. We're talking about dropping less than a full point, people. Didn't they remember that as a fifteen year old kid, I was taking TWO AP classes already? Didn't they remember how I barely had a life during the school year? Didn't they remember that their divorce made it hell for me?! And that's not all, I assure you.
My mom tells me that she doesn't think I'm number one on the Dean's list anymore. She says: "Oh, you're probably just number 10 or maybe even the last one on the list."
Oh wow. Says the woman who got failed out of college because she smoked and partied every other day. Doesn't she even acknowledge the fact that I'm actually on the Dean's List? No, of course not.
So now the privileges are gone and they blame me for hanging out with the wrong crowd, for not having decent friends. They accuse me of partying too much. I'm sorry, but I don't PARTY. See, this is how well my parents know their only child. Then they go on to lecture me about my "inability to live a healthy intellectual and physical lifestyle." Yet they're both last-minute lazy people, she smokes, and he sits on the couch for the remainder of the night once dinner is finished. He doesn't read any literature. She doesn't exercise. I'm on three fucking varsity sports teams, all of which have been state and/or league champions since I've played on them.
I can understand that as a parent of a high schooler, grades are definitely a source of worry and stress. But not like this. Why do they need to make me feel so ashamed?
My report card came in the mail today. My GPA went from a 102.27 to a 101.54 and they started to flip a shit. We're talking about dropping less than a full point, people. Didn't they remember that as a fifteen year old kid, I was taking TWO AP classes already? Didn't they remember how I barely had a life during the school year? Didn't they remember that their divorce made it hell for me?! And that's not all, I assure you.
My mom tells me that she doesn't think I'm number one on the Dean's list anymore. She says: "Oh, you're probably just number 10 or maybe even the last one on the list."
Oh wow. Says the woman who got failed out of college because she smoked and partied every other day. Doesn't she even acknowledge the fact that I'm actually on the Dean's List? No, of course not.
So now the privileges are gone and they blame me for hanging out with the wrong crowd, for not having decent friends. They accuse me of partying too much. I'm sorry, but I don't PARTY. See, this is how well my parents know their only child. Then they go on to lecture me about my "inability to live a healthy intellectual and physical lifestyle." Yet they're both last-minute lazy people, she smokes, and he sits on the couch for the remainder of the night once dinner is finished. He doesn't read any literature. She doesn't exercise. I'm on three fucking varsity sports teams, all of which have been state and/or league champions since I've played on them.
I can understand that as a parent of a high schooler, grades are definitely a source of worry and stress. But not like this. Why do they need to make me feel so ashamed?