Mom: Now you're upset. Don't think I'm disappointed.
Me: But you are disappointed.
Mom: Well.. yes.
Mom: You're just not giving your full potential.
Mom: These aren't bad marks, honey. Are you happy with them?
Me: I'm fine.
Mom: These aren't bad marks.
Me: You think they are.
Mom: They're not as high as you've been getting for the last ten years. These grades count. They count. Keep your doors open.
Mom: I don't want you to give up on yourself.
She doesn't want me to be average, but I'm slipping through mediocrity.
