A Petty, Selfish Complaint

UHHHH!!!! Why do I have to do everything? I have to clean my room, clean the kitchen, do the laundry, and uhhhh. I am only sixteen years old, those jobs are for parents. And then I have to help rake the leaves, watch over my siblings, and then help cook. What happened to America being a free country? Huh? There is nothing free about it, I can't do anything I please. I shouldn't have to do all this, I never asked to be born so why should I have to do everything I am told? I should be able to watch TV, go to sleep, and do whatever I please whenever I please. We're in America, aren't we?

*****Note: This is all fake, I would NEVER complain like that. I thought it would be more fun to show what I believe is a petty and selfish complaint in this way rather than just saying it outright. 

Do We Really Need Graded Tests and Quizzes?

If you are like me, then when a test or quiz is announced you groan. Not because you have no idea about what you learned in class, on the contrary all week you have been participating and doing your work. But it is something about knowing you will be graded that makes your heart beat quicken, your hands all sweaty, and your brain clouded with nervousness. For me it's the worst in math. I have always loved the subject but it has always stressed me out the most. On test day I go in, take the test feeling confident because there were no questions that stumped me. The next day when it is returned, the grade is a 95 or worse a 90. I'me shocked. "Where did I go wrong?" is the only thing that goes through my head. After a quick glance I notice that it was not the concepts that I did messed up in, but that I had written y = ... not f(x)=... or that I did not extend my graph to the end. But are those mistakes so important that my grade should be lowered 5 or 10 points? Is it really okay to give a person an A or A- because they made a silly mistake on a quiz that is only 10 question. It is ridiculous.

Young children, we love them, but they can often put you in a difficult conversation. 

In the kitchen I was, preparing dinner for my family of five when I heard the light feet of my youngest. Lizzy, who was only five years old, was the most inquisitive of all my other children. Whenever she was around I knew the most random questions would be asked.  So I readied myself, but what was soon asked so innocently, I did not know how to answer. “Mommy, where do babies come from?” Lizzy asked as she looked up at me with her huge hazel eyes. Now I knew this conversation could end either ways, with a lie or the not so child friendly truth. I couldn't lie to my own child so I began, “Well, honey you see when a man and a woman…” “Yes mommy.” I just couldn't make myself say it. “What I was about to say, was that when a man and a woman love each other very much God will know and give them a gift, a baby. That baby will be sent down from heaven and in the morning when the parents open the door to get the newspaper they will find it and they will know that it was a gift from God.” The look on my young Lizzy’s face was so happy as she ran around yelling, “I’m a gift, I’m a gift!” With a huge smile on my face all I could say was “Yes you are.”