Soo... My dad and I have this problem. Pretend like we're N and S of separate magnets. Yea... This problem happens to be over school. He thinks I'm not "trying hard enough", I tell him I'm doing the best I can.
I don't bring books home because I get most of my homework done at school. I don't like to study because it doesn't work... It just makes things worse for me. I also have a veryyy hard time of paying attention in class. My mind wanders too much, so I only get half of whatever the teacher is talking about. Short intervals of talking about something different helps to remember the information.... My dad tells me that that's no excuse.
If I get a B- he's mad... I don't see the point. I brought my midterms home today, okay? I have a C- (70%) in European History. I thought I was going to have an F! I struggle in this class and it's the ONLY class I really struggle in. I have a C ******** minus! He got mad. Real mad. "A C-?! WTF!?" I almost started crying...
He went through the rest of my grades. I have a C (74%) in English. Normally I have a B-ish in English, but I understand why. My grade WILL come up in English, I know it will. And here he is yelling at me and putting me down... Making fun of me, telling me that I'll never do anything in life. Why? I got two F's on two papers (grammar mind you... I'm better at grammar than he is!) and then I got a C on a speech I had to do and a C on something else... But other'n that all of my grades in English were A's. Why doesn't he single a good grade out and go, "Nice job, Jessi! Keep those grades coming... Don't worry about the bad, they'll level out"? Because he likes making me feel inferior to him!
So, he waved money in my face. "I'll make you a deal. I real fiiiine deal. If you get honour roll... IF YOU GET HONOUR ROLL! I'll give you $50. Will that motivate you? Huh?" No, I don't want your ******** money! I just want to be left alone! Money doesn't interest me! Knowledge doesn't interest me! I like imagination... Creativity... Life. Seriously... All it is with him is work. work. work. WORK! Why not enjoy life? You're going to die and when you do die, do you want WORK to flash before your eyes? workworkworkwork! Sure, you have to do a lot of work if you want to get something nice, but I could care less...
Soo.. My brother brought home HIS midterms. He had, I think... All A's and an I. An I stands for 'Incomplete'. He had this I in Art. I guess if he doesn't get it changed, it will turn into an F. My dad told him to talk to the teacher and if the teacher gives him a hard time, he'll go in there and talk to him, himself because he "doesn't want a stupid grade like Art to put him off honour roll". But yet he yells at me? Riley has an F-almost and I have all A's and B's with 2 C's. Seriously? Atleast I'm passing!
This makes me sooooooooooo mad! >:[
I don't need to prove ANYone that I'm smart except myself. If I know how smart I am, what's it to you?
{And on a completely random note: I HATE LYING BASTARDS! GO TO ******** HELL!}
 MarionetteOfShadows · Mon May 04, 2009 @ 09:05pm · 0 Comments |
