Enough is ENOUGH.

I get that I didn't do so hot on my tests. Yeah, yeah. I hate myself for it too. I know, I thought I'd do way better. Okay, I'll do better next time. Yeah, I know she got an 800. I'm sorry I didn't, okay? I'll take it again next year maybe. Okay, I'm sorry, I'll make sure I study more so I don't waste your money. Okay, I get that maybe colleges will want to see both. Okay. Got it. Okay. Wait... what? No! I won't fail my SATs! 800 on the math portion? Okay, I can do that. It shouldn't be TOO hard... 2150 total? Uhm, I guess. I mean, Jess only got a 2140... But... I'll go memorize more vocab and stuff. Sure.

Yeah. That's what I say. What goes through my brain is: Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?! Okay, I get that you expect a lot from me. But I'm not perfect. I'm sorry I totally bombed my French Subject, and didn't do that well on my Math IIC one either. I was hella disappointed in myself too. I looked it up and sort of just went, "Shit." But you know what? I get that. I don't need you to nag me about it. I don't need you to tell me about how I need a 2150 MINIMUM on my SAT. Okay, being honest, I can probably get that if I work hard. But seriously? Minimum? Jess didn't even get that. Why is my minimum higher than her maximum? Really? What. The. Hell.