My Mom.
Here lately, I have not gone out with friends. Every time I call my mom, she seems to think that I did something horrible the night before. Even though nothing can prove to her that I've stopped going out, I feel as if she finally believes me. I have worked hard this semester to stay on top of bills and school at the same time. My mom is always pushing me to be something better, to go further than where I'm at currently. My mom will take a test and make a 100%; I'll take a test and if I'm lucky make a 70%. It's not because I don't study and not because I'm not trying hard - I just can't make grades like her. Making a 'B' for me is hard, making a 'B' for her is hard too, in the fact that I've never seen her make anything below an 90%. The sad part is, neither of us can understand the other. I don't understand how someone can make that high of grades constantly, then I'm over here in the other corner struggling to even pass a class. She can't grasp the concept of school not coming naturally to them. If I want good grades, I have to work 10x as hard as most students. I'm just tired. I'm psychically and mentally exhausted.
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