Expectance

     I cannot believe it, the more I tihkn the more angry I am because I can never live with it. I told my parents that I wanted to go play/learn basketball from my friends at the park, and you know what were their response? It was this "This is very unexpected, we would never expect this from you..." In other terms, it meant no, and that they thought that I would never have any interest in sports except tennis, swimming and ping pong. What is with people and their expectance, you will never know what will happen next so you should not expect anything. But nooooooo, according to my parents my whole life I am going to be smart, and be some type of scientist who would earn $70,000 or more and buy a big house for my wife and have two children. They expect so much, what if I change my want and become so other stuff like a baseball player or something (it wouldn't happen probably because I love science...) People expect too much, like my parents at the beggining of 8th grade, they expected me to get fours (which is the top grade) at Math, Science and English State Test. Also for me to get 90+ on the Algebra and Earth Science Regents and the Spanish Proficency.    
     Living in a world where you are suppose to be smart, and people all think that you will get top grades, is a really hard and demanding world. People expect me to study all day, and stay cooped up in my room and read, but I want to live a life also. It's not like that I am anything different, I am human too. That's why, I sneak out when my parents aren't home, I remember when I was younger (like before I started Middle School) my parents didn't expect sooooo much from me at academics. They were very relaxed at my school grades and they just didn't want anything below an 80 and 3's on state tests, and they were happy... But now all they want are 90's+ and 4's on state tests, which cause a lot of stress. Even my teachers put stress on me, I remember when Senora Borrero, told me that she expects more from me because I have the talents and I should use them... In other words, you could do better so get your butt out of your seat and study.
     Why can't people treat me like normal, that's why next year in high school, I will be an average kid getting 80's and stuff, and not be a nerd (which I am not one). Even my best buddies think that I study when I am at home, which I do not!!! If I look back when I was small, the last test that I actually studied at all was when I was in 3rd grade, when I kept doing math problems before a test. From then on, I don't study because I found on that whenever I study it causes stress on me, and I do worst than when I don't study. So when I was in fourth grade, I didn't even study for a single test, even state tests. I didn't even study for the regents this year, and if people asked if I studied I just said yes, because if I told them th truth that I didn't study they would think that I am lying. So I just said when they expected and lied to make them happy.
     Wow, this post is really long, I guess that I had a lot on my mind for the past several days, because the last several weeks, the posts I wrote were really short like a paragraph. But I like writing longer more detail orientated posts, so I will do what I want....
      Talking about Midwood, on the Seventeenth of July, I went to Midwood High School to take my picture for my School ID, and I met Sharon somehow. We were even on the same bus (which I took because my lazy grandfather said it was too early to drive and he would crash the car because he's too tired). Throughout the whole time there, Sharon was complaining about missing Vanessa, how next year there will not be Vanessa, how she will never find a friend like Vanessa, how Vanessa will not be there and yell at me (because I said something that Vanessa would find yellable), how Vanessa will not be there and say "I need a lolipop", and how she can say to Vanessa "No you want a lolipop". In other words she really missed Vanessa and I had to spend like half an hour hearing her say that in like a hundred different way... I'm proofreading this, and I got really off topic...