Curfew
I'm actually looking forward to school. I'm tired of being locked up in a cage -- no, not literally. It sure feels pretty real, though. I'll be 20 in 3 months, and I can't even stay out past 5PM. (Not always, but most of the time.) I can't even go out with friends on a last minute shopping trip or to grab coffee and catch up. If I go out 2 or 3 days in a row, it's considered going out "a lot". It raises alarm signals in my mother's head. The signals scream, "DANGER. DAUGHTER BECOMING PARTY ANIMAL." I get reprimanded. The argument, "Well, a lot of my friends go out a lot..." will warrant the following reply: "You're not like other girls. Other girls' parents make a lot of money. We're poor."
Hmm. It's funny how this counter-argument is brought up in this situation. Actually, it's quite ironic. In other arguments, my mother encourages me to be like other girls -- to dress like them, to get the grades they do, etc. How is that supposed to be achieved when I'm not allowed to go out like other girls?
It's my weak argument, but I'm tired. Anyway, I shudder to think about what my curfew will be when I'm 24.
Hmm. It's funny how this counter-argument is brought up in this situation. Actually, it's quite ironic. In other arguments, my mother encourages me to be like other girls -- to dress like them, to get the grades they do, etc. How is that supposed to be achieved when I'm not allowed to go out like other girls?
It's my weak argument, but I'm tired. Anyway, I shudder to think about what my curfew will be when I'm 24.