After getting my AP scores in the mail today, I realized a lot of crap went down this year. Not at the same level as sophomore year, but it was most certainly a turbulent year. I got a C———— in AP Spanish this year (70% flat) and people always attribute it to me being lazy. They go on and on about how I know Spanish and that if I tried harder and did more of my work, then it would most certainly reflect.
I got a 2 on the exam.
Whether I’m good at Spanish or not, I certainly sucked at the class and subject this year. The test score makes me wonder whether or not the problem was effort. It most certainly doesn’t seem so.
Spanish and its basura, however, is just a precursor.
We’ve been remodelling our house for the entirety of the summer so far and it’s almost done. Supposedly, this “opportunity” for me to stay home for a good 60% of my vacation is the greatest thing that could have happened to me. How dare I squall it thinking about the future! My college reserve is at an all time high of $0 and 0 cents. I found this out about 2 years ago when I told my mom that M’s parents had saved up only $2000 for his college funds. My mom scoffed and said I’d be lucky to have that much.
I was originally planning on going to PCC for 2 years to both save money and the trouble of competing against my 4.0 unweighted GPA classmates. These people had it set. They could do homework for 6 hours straight errday and never once be tempted by Wikipedia.
No SAT, no GPA, and a 3-figure college tuition. What could be greater?!
Sadly, that’s not how life works. See, once you hit your teens, you get these hormonal spurts which drive your emotions crazy. Then your parents get one too and slap you silly with theirs. I don’t think I could live in this house 2 more years than I’d have to. With my unwillingness to cohabitate as my mantra, I resolved to go to college like a real man and not a little wuss.
The money problem still persists, however, so every cent I can make myself counts. I don’t plan on spending half my life paying off a California-funded debt. If I had gotten a job this summer (as planned,) then I would be rounding the $1,600 dollar marker this week. Instead, this ironic cycle that I’ve been trying to escape has pulled me in and forced me to submit. At home, I’m expected to clean up and make this constantly dirtier and dirtier environment look like an Ikea catalog. How dare I do summer homework and begin doing things for senior year?! This is the house we’re talking about. This gigantic nearing 70-year-old inanimate object! If you don’t give a damn about this house, then why are you here.
GD woman! Who gives a flying crap about this house. It looks like crap and your thousands of dollars and 6 weeks of manpower have succeeded in making it look exactly like it did before. In the next 2 years, you’ve got 2 kids to send off to college at $30,476 apiece. This is not the time to live out your jealous Asian female tendencies and try to be like your peers.
