eggs benedict
WHAT THE HELL. I MISSPELLED OMELETTE.
Frig. Yo.
Anyway. My brother came home today with his report card. And he did baaaaad. My parents were pretty shocked and peeved, because see, they’re the kind of parents who did really well in school (in a European system no less), were president of this, that and the other thing, and are now at a loss as to why their kids didn’t follow in their footsteps.
I’m feeling different versions of bad all around. I feel bad for my brother because he’s obviously disappointed, and has no grasp of the fact that it is all in fact his fault, and no one’s out to get him. I feel bad for my parents because they’re actually hit pretty hard by this, and now they have to do a lot of extra legwork just to get the little bugger back on track. I feel bad for me, because among other things his sub par performance has reminded my parents of all of
my past failings and shortcoming. These in turn bring up the ever popular question: what if you crap out this year too? Finally I feel awful because I can’t explain why he has no work ethic, why I didn’t bother to perform to my potential until this year, whether it’s the system’s fault or ours, whether my parents could have done anything differently and so on and so on.
I need answers. I need help. Most of all though, I just need to finish my homework so I can watch 2 hours of television without guilt.
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