I’ll never forget the time when I was applying to colleges and the first college that I heard back from denied me. My mom knew it was a denial letter (because denial letters look different from acceptance letters) so she put the envelope on my bed and put my report card from the previous quarter next to it (my report card, which wasn’t very good because I’ve never done well in school since I struggle with ADD and wasn’t being given the help that I needed), as a way of saying “with grades like these you’ll never get into college”. She didn’t even say anything to me or come to see me. I was so upset that I cried for probably a half hour straight. I was so discouraged that I honestly felt like I would never get into college after that–because if even my own Mom didn’t believe in me then it felt like nobody would.
It wasn’t until I got accepted into three universities after that that I started to feel better. But, honestly, shit like that sticks with you. That’s something I’m never going to forget, especially considering that my Mom knew that what she did was wrong and never offered me an apology. So, in times like these, where I’m struggling with my grades and don’t know what to do, I feel terrified of having to go home for the summer and face my parents. I dunno, I’m just rambling. Most people look forward to summer vacation, but I’m really not.