Ok? So what? I don't care, so long as my semester grades are A's. But apparently it's just not good enough.
And he sits there and says (with a straight face) that it's not about me getting straight A's!
Then what is it about? Huh? You expect me to always be perfect on everything I do, but I'm not. I'm not gifted the way the elementary schools all said. I'm normal. I'm not a genius.
He says it's about me not trying, and I say that's bullshit. What does he think I did, just stroll in to my exam and write "I don't know" on every line? Did he forget that I had missed 4 days of school before exams and hadn't been given things like review sheets or time to prepare. I was sick, I was pissed, and I just went and took them. And, yeah, I got a few C's. But if I'd gotten B's, it would have been the same thing. What's wrong with you? Why don't you ever try? Why aren't you a better daughter?
What's your problem? Why can't you be perfect the way I am? Here, let me live my life vicariously through you! Maybe I didn't get Valedictorian, but you sure can!
I don't get praised for the good work I do. No, he doesn't care about the fact that I got A's on my choir exam, my English exam, and my Latin exam. He doesn't care that I got a 100% on one of my physics tests this semester. No, all that matters is when I fail. I'm not worth noticing unless I do something wrong.