A Day When Everything Went Wrong

When I was little I was always getting into trouble. I would talk back to my parents every time they told me to do something; I would have a weekly trip , at least, to the principal 's office, and was constantly grounded. Every time I did something I was punished severely in different ways. Most of the time my dad was the one disciplining me, and because of him punishing me when I was little I was as mature as an adult when I was a freshman in high school. When I would talk back to my dad, after he told me to do something as simple as take the trash out, he told me he would put tabasco sauce in my mouth and then rinse it out with soap. I of course did not believe him, but he sure enough came through with his “threat”. He came running up the stairs and put that tabasco sauce in my mouth then rinsed it out with soap. I remember being so angry

Anne’s, from kindergarten through eighth grade. This school already had higher standards than the public school. But my parents expected I get nothing worse than a B. I knew that but still tested the system when I was in 5th grade. I remember I brought home a progress report that said I had a D in Reading. I lost my Xbox privileges the second my dad saw it. Once again this kind of led to a pretty big argument between us. For some reason this particular incident sticks in my mind. After he told me my grade in reading was not acceptable and that I was not playing xbox, which at the time was really important to me, until that reading grade was at least a B, I got really mad because I hated reading and did not understand why I had to get a good grade in it. My dad told me something that changed the game after that. He told me I am extremely lucky to be going a private school and that I should take advantage of it now before it is too late or I would end up working at mcdonalds my whole life. That may seem harsh but it worked. I was on the A or B honor roll all through middle school and high