This morning my mom woke me up angry about the way my grades look on edline. And she was yelling and screaming and making a scene about me “plummeting my gpa before I graduate” and shit and it kinda got to me and that’s why I need to actually get out all the shit that’s been in my head these past couple weeks.
I’ll start by saying that I do give a fuck about my grades…it’s just a small fraction of the fuck that I used to give. And my shit isn’t terrible, it’s just not what I or she is used to. The thing that frustrates me is the fact that nobody ever seems to understand where seniors are coming from at this point in the year. I’ve been busting my ass for the past 6 years to achieve what I’ve achieved and excuse me if I feel more entitled than I actually am, but I think that I deserve a break before I go in to bust my ass for 6 years of college. I have a 4.2 gpa, a 30 on the ACT, damn near a full ride scholarship to college, I’ve had a job most of the year and I have a job lined up for summer. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve done my part and I’ve done it damned well. Freshman year, sophomore year, junior year, even seventh and eighth grade year at WY, were important years—I had to whip work then entire way through, no slipping. Sorry, but the last three weeks of senior year are NOT important, so why can’t I chill now to make up for the complete LACK of chill I’ve been able to do for the past 6 years? Like…what? I don’t understand why no one gets this.
I love my mom to death and I wanna make her proud and she obviously isn’t proud of the way my shit looks now, even though regardless of how edline looks I always pull through when it’s report card time. So I’ma put some effort -_- into these last couple weeks -__- so that she’ll be happy with the way I leave high school. I’m just frustrated that she feels so strongly about some shit that legit doesn’t matter. I’m not failing anything…I’m not even close. The fact that she’s in my room yelling about Bs at 7 in the morning blows my mind…but whatever.
my auntie > your auntie.