Dear Parents (and all the rest of you),
Let's talk. Or rather, let me talk to you from the comfort of my computer. I know full well I am not perfect. I would be more than happy to declare myself "imperfect" and go and live in Imperfectland with the rest of humanity. But you're saying I can't go there. I'm not allowed to go and live in the Land of Human Beings Who Are Not Gods because I'm too good for that, and I need to prove that to you. I need to show the rest of the world how well I can comprehend things by making good grades.
First of all, do the ratings on that stupid blue paper measure who I am as a person? Do those numbers and letters spell out the value of my character? You insist no, no, of course not, but they still need to be better. If you love me as unconditionally as you say you do, you would still love me the same way you do now if I dropped out of school and went off to follow an insane dream I had after a really bad drug trip. But I have this strange feeling you wouldn't. Those numbers are too important.
Second, you still comment on my brain at times. If I'm as stupid as those pointless ratings make me out to be, why do you still bother to say anything?
Third, one of you has said to me, quote, "A C for you is like an F for anybody else." What makes me so special? There are probably thousands of kids much smarter than me out in the world that don't have these special exceptions. I don't see that much value in me, and I have no idea where you're getting it from.
In conclusion, I would like to say that when I'm buried, nobody is going to care how well I did in one particular class, or how low you had to stoop because of my inability to turn things in on time. I would love to just enjoy life while it lasts and not get hung up on stupid stuff like this. I mean, I have problems as it is. Not to be too whiney, but I have five friends at school. Total. And even then, some of them are only halfway friends. People walk all over me, too, because I don't like saying no and I don't change for them because it feels like I'm lying. There is so much I need to figure out about my faith, my relationships, and myself, and as soon as I feel like I can stand up and breathe fully, then everything will fall into place. You can take IMPACT away from me, my iPod, my freedom, but maturity comes by God, not by choice.
Your daughter,
Darby Kate
P.S: When I handed my teacher the recommendation you made for Honors Lit, she laughed. Laughed.
Let's talk. Or rather, let me talk to you from the comfort of my computer. I know full well I am not perfect. I would be more than happy to declare myself "imperfect" and go and live in Imperfectland with the rest of humanity. But you're saying I can't go there. I'm not allowed to go and live in the Land of Human Beings Who Are Not Gods because I'm too good for that, and I need to prove that to you. I need to show the rest of the world how well I can comprehend things by making good grades.
First of all, do the ratings on that stupid blue paper measure who I am as a person? Do those numbers and letters spell out the value of my character? You insist no, no, of course not, but they still need to be better. If you love me as unconditionally as you say you do, you would still love me the same way you do now if I dropped out of school and went off to follow an insane dream I had after a really bad drug trip. But I have this strange feeling you wouldn't. Those numbers are too important.
Second, you still comment on my brain at times. If I'm as stupid as those pointless ratings make me out to be, why do you still bother to say anything?
Third, one of you has said to me, quote, "A C for you is like an F for anybody else." What makes me so special? There are probably thousands of kids much smarter than me out in the world that don't have these special exceptions. I don't see that much value in me, and I have no idea where you're getting it from.
In conclusion, I would like to say that when I'm buried, nobody is going to care how well I did in one particular class, or how low you had to stoop because of my inability to turn things in on time. I would love to just enjoy life while it lasts and not get hung up on stupid stuff like this. I mean, I have problems as it is. Not to be too whiney, but I have five friends at school. Total. And even then, some of them are only halfway friends. People walk all over me, too, because I don't like saying no and I don't change for them because it feels like I'm lying. There is so much I need to figure out about my faith, my relationships, and myself, and as soon as I feel like I can stand up and breathe fully, then everything will fall into place. You can take IMPACT away from me, my iPod, my freedom, but maturity comes by God, not by choice.
Your daughter,
Darby Kate
P.S: When I handed my teacher the recommendation you made for Honors Lit, she laughed. Laughed.
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