My grades have come and as much as I wanted to hide them, my dad demanded to see them. So, knowing full well how they’re going to react, I handed them my laptop which displayed the webpage showing my grades.
I immediately told them that my math grade wasn’t spectacular.
I never cut a single math class even if they were at 7:30 in the morning. I stayed awake through that hour and 30 minutes of hell. I tried to learn.
I tried my best at finals. But apparently it wasn’t enough to pull my grade up. My other grades were all right, and not surprisingly, my PE (Taekwondo) is an A. My mom is passive about everything and has even forgiven me about my Zoology grade (which is a C). My my dad…well, he still thinks I can be a math genius like my sister.
I wish they could understand that I AM NOT MY YOUNGER SISTER. I can’t have the same achievements as she does, my brain is not like hers, and I can never even hold a candle to her when it comes to academics. I’m not her.
Why can’t they accept the fact that I’m not the smart one? Why can’t they understand I hate math and I’m happy with just scrapping by it? Why can’t they understand that once I stepped into college, everything changed?!
I am not like my parents. I’m not smart academically, and I hate the fact they’re trying to push me to be. I hate the fact that whenever they see my grades, I get hurt over the disappointment I see in their eyes. I hate the fact that after so many years, it still pierces through me like a poisoned arrow.
Sometimes I wish they didn’t have me and just had my sister instead. That way they won’t waste their time with me and just shower her with praises as she continues to excel and excel.
I wish, given the meager talents I have, that someday I could make them proud.
I wish, for once they would look at my achievements, non-academic that they may be. Sure, taekwondo comes easily to me but that A wasn’t easily given.
Someday, I want them to look at me straight in the eye, and tell me that I’ve made something for myself, that for once, I actually did something right.
But, seeing things as they are, that day looks far away. If not far away, then completely gone.
What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I be the daughter they’ve always wanted or at least the daughter they could be proud of? Why can’t they just…accept me for what I can and cannot do? Why can’t I do anything right?
Why am I the mistake?
Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role
WINNER Christopher Plummer for Beginners (2010)
Submitted by nessastooshort
Hi. This is shit. This is total shit.
You know all that problems races have with being stereotyped? Like how all Chinese people are supposed to be good in math and all African-Americans are thieves and shit? Yeah? Well, that thing can also extend to college courses.
Hi. I’m a Fine Arts student. Fear us.
Seriously. Fear us.
We can immortalize you. We can immortalize every flaw and every misdemeanor. Every mistake you’ve made since the day you were born will be turned into a work of art - written, or otherwise.
People will remember your existence and, if you suck that much, they will forget every great thing you’ve ever done. Like an even more screwed up version of Dorian Gray’s picture, you will crumble in the face of immortality.
Be afraid. As was said in A Knight’s Tale (cool movie): I will eviscerate you in fiction.
Fine. We’ll serve you fries. But we’ll also serve you cold-blooded artistic murder.