My mother apparently takes pride in ruining my holidays.

I am grounded - yes, I shall repeat, I am grounded - throughout the whole holidays. And this isn't just about me whining just because I am denied a life during the holidays. It is much more than that.

I tried to study hard for my Term 2, I really did. I studied for every single test. But apparently my hard work wasn't good enough. Just because I did worse for my Term 2 Ppr, my mother claims that I've been slacking. She doesn't seem to understand that Term 2 isn't all that laid back as Term 1 is, and it is quite difficult to maintain my 80%. Fine, maybe it is due to my not paying attention - I'll give you that. But even so, I do study. It is not like I go around, not giving a fricking damn about tests and all - I do. And no, I don't cram.

And then suddenly, because of one sheet of paper, everything I do becomes utterly wrong. Now, my mother scolds me for reading too much, and claims that my obsession for reading has become a burden to my studies. Never heard this from a mother before? Well, I never did too. I guess there's always a first to everything.

And it's not like I read and read and read everyday, hello. It shouldn't even be called an obsession. Just a hobby, perhaps. Yet, suddenly my like for reading is being blamed for the drastic drop in my results - 80% to 74%.

Still, how can she have the audacity to claim that I don't study enough?

If my hard work results in being denied a life and being accused during my one month holiday, then whatever for should I work hard. To lose a life again during the November holidays?

Oh, not to mention - she won't even buy me books now. Great. I totally love my mother.

And all these shit about not working hard and slacking and being "stupid" (yes, she said I was "bloody stupid") is coming from someone who doesn't even know that a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. (I'm serious)

You know what - I am so going to enjoy my holidays.
It is going to be a blast.

...Not.

If she thinks I'm going to stick at home and mourn over this, she is totally, horribly and utterly wrong. I am not going to provide her with that immense satisfaction of getting upset.

I shall still go out.

Bargains.
Loopholes.

Aren't they lovely things?
:D