Generation gap

Sometimes living with my grandmother has its advantages. I do not know what they are yet but I am sure that there has to be some advantages. Mean while, there are a lot of problems living with my grandma, and the main problem just keeps haunting me and always manages to find its way into a conversation. That problem is the generation gap between her and me. I am NOT allowed to wear thongs (she has no idea I have some) I can’t wear tight clothes, any jeans that grip my thighs are discarded, no shirts are allowed to be low cut or sleeveless, eyeliner is banned until I am 16, my curfew is 6 and I cant go anywhere on school nights. Sure this all might sound tough, but I can’t help but to acknowledge her thoughts and ways of rules. I mean there is a generation gap between us and when she was a kid she had none of this. In fact, yesterday she told me her mother, who is almost 90 and her entire life, has been dedicated to trying to steel my grandma’s children and grandchildren, sent my grandma away to boarding school at 14. She lived there for a year and then moved in with her dad at 15. Then at 16, she was married. At about 18 she had a baby, then another one at age 21. Though the mist of all this, she has been married and divorced 3 times. So showing all she has been through, I have to pity her at least let her think that I am following her silly rules. And without her I would have been put in a foster home.

Dead before I was accounted for.

So basically, for the past 3 months or so, I have been constantly on my computer in a desperate attempt to keep up with my school work. I usually have no major difficulty with my grades however, this year, no matter how hard I try or what I do, my grades keep dropping at a rapid rate. I usually just turn my head for I don’t really care about my grades but this year is different. If I get all C’s or better on my report card then I get a laptop. So, heading into the school year, everything was fine, all A’s and B’s as usual. Then by the 4th week, I noticed that my math grade was slipping so in a desperate attempt that I now regret, I started to pay more attention to my math grade. BIG MISTAKE! I focused all my attention on math and now all my other grades slipped. And when I say my grades slipped, I don’t mean that they got a little burse from the fall, instead, my grades broke every bone they had and can not stand by there own. And to make matters worst, the semester was going to end in a week and my math grade was still down!!! So now, all my grades are D’s and below. Not good at all! So, I quickly gathered up all the easy work and turned it in and rushed through quizzes and tests. I had my grandmother and grandfather help but did not mention once that my grades were bad. This helped me a little in some classes; these are my current grades as of today…the finial grades that are going to be on my midterm.
Biology 69% D
English 2 61% D
English 1 59% F
Geometry 44% F
Math 19.6% F
Gym 100% B- (I don’t know why this is a B-, it says 100%)
Spanish 91.91% A
World History 51% F
Perhaps I should have looked the other way in math because now instead of just math being a low grade, all my classes with the exception of 2 are low grades. Good bye laptop!!! I will never forget you! My grandma has no idea about these grades yet, I am dead. Maybe being home schooled is not for me. And if my grandmother agrees with this thought, to privet school I will go. Oh how I want to cry!

first things first...

I decided that I was going to give this a shot. So for starters, I am currently home schooled because my overly possessive grandmother believes that the high schools in our area are a bad influence and all the high school drama and hot guys that go to the school are like so not helping my case to let me go to public school again. So I guess I am stuck here at home, eating when I please, listening to music whenever and doing my work when I please. Oh the horror…ok! Ok! I’m so not complaining! Being home schooled was the best idea my grandmother ever had! Anyways, I am 15 years young, have 2 older brothers ages 17 and 18. the 18 year old lives with us here at the house and the 17 year old is in the highest level security at the jail, and was recently put on suicide watch, and is also mental, facing over 50 charges. Ya…he was not dropped on his head when he was a baby, he was thrown across the room….50 times. I also have 2 younger half sisters, ages? and?, (yes I no, I don’t even no how old my sisters are,) anyways, my dad died when I was 18 months young, he died of cancer, and my mother has been in and out of jail all my life. And when she is not in jail, she is out have a baby or with a guy. My brothers and I share the same dad, and my to younger sisters both have different dads. This was just a brief outline of my life, I did not even tell you that 1 of my sisters dads raped a 15 year old girl…and still comes every Sunday to see his little girl! Um hello!!!! I’m 15!!! Should I be scared!!! And yes my grandmother knows about this, and yes the courts no about this, and yes, they turned their heads and gave the ok for him to come and get my sister every Sunday. 0.0