Today during chapel, the pastor was talking about fear, and he said something about studying just because you fear dissapointing your parents.
...telling her my grades sparked a really long lecture on how she doesn't think I give a shit about my grades, how I am not putting in any effort, and all she sees is me going out for long hours (of which I am supposedly studying, quote her) and the "studying" isn't giving results. I got more and more pissed the more she talked, and I had to bite my tongue all the way home. Damn, you think I don't give a shit about my results? You think I don't know that I'm not doing well now? YOU THINK I FREAKING LIKE IT?! I'm sorry you think I'm incompetent. I'm sorry you think I'm stupid. I'm sorry but I'm doing my best. I don't need anymore stress from you than I'm already putting on myself. LET ME HANDLE THIS.
Sigh. Someone kill me, seriously. I am tired of this shit.
































