Good grades will get me into next year. Then be able to graduate with a 4.0 GPA. I wouldn’t have to worry about student debt Because it’d be covered by a scholarship. I could finally get into an Ivy League Law School, Get the credentials for a high-paying job, And have a family I’ve always dreamed about.
But does having good grades make me happy? Do I find any joy on not getting to sleep, Trying to figure out what x+y equals Or writing essays on Abraham Lincoln? We all know I’m never using this in real life.
So sorry I’ve failed you mamí, But a 9-5 job isn’t the life for me.
Sometimes I feel like moms try to live their lives through us. I get they want us to do better than them but what if that's not the future for us?