They’re always on my back about something: how much money I save, how clean my room is.. They think I’m so lazy and they don’t trust me to do anything. They don’t respect me.
I don’t think they realize how hard I work or how much I hate college but I continue to put on a happy face just so I won’t be miserable all the time. They don’t realize how tired I am because I study so hard, commit myself to all these other non-academic activities and they don’t realize that, even if I dust my dorm room once in a while, it comes back so quickly that I really just don’t have time to keep up. They don’t realize that I go to college so I can get a degree, get a career and move away - not become a professional cleaning service for the rest of my equally as dusty roommates.
They don’t realize these things because I don’t tell them. If I were to ever tell them how crappy Loyola often makes me feel, they would worry about me and wouldn’t feel I was a capable human being. So, they just go on thinking my life is so easy. And most of it is - I am going to a pricey college, I have a car, I have clothes, food, a laptop, nice cell phone - all with their help. I’m extremely grateful for everything they’ve given me. But just because I have things does not mean that I have a perfectly easy life, and they really just do not understand how hard I work to make my life as smooth as possible.
My birthday is Monday. I’m supposed to go to dinner with my parents and my brother. I would rather be far, far, far away - because leave it to my parents to make my birthday into a huge debacle.