My parents are like telemarketers. They randomly call you and talk about events or objects that you could care less about. It all just goes in one ear and out the other.
    When I was in about eighth grade, my mother purchased her very first smartphone. She called me in the middle of science class because she didn’t know what she was doing. She then proceeded to ask me how texting worked while she was talking to me, the whole entire class, including the teacher, was giggled under their breath. It was a tad frustrating.
       But it’s not just over the phone, parents nag on their kids constantly and 83% of the time it is for no reason whatsoever. Telemarketers don’t do that; therefore, they aren’t as suffocating, but they are still obnoxious.
       Sometimes, I swear my mom tells me what to do just because she can and it’s not socially acceptable to stand up against your own parents. I get it, “Oh, but your parents care about you so much!” But if they actually cared about me, they would care about what I want; and that’s to be left alone. When I get home from school I would just like to be alone, do my homework, and go to sleep. It’s not like I’m going out and partying, shooting heroin, snorting coke, smoking crack, or destroying my liver. My parents should be proud that all I do is sleep and eat. I do also get good grades so that should get me some kind of reward.
      School is enough of a burden as it is. We sit in a class for an hour and “learn,” but the reality is, we won’t remember it in two weeks. And after that? We go to the next class, and the next, six more times in one day. The time we do get away from our classes is lunch, and the lunch at this school really sucks. All I want to do when I get home is rest or stuff my face with delectable food instead of the borderline edible cafeteria “food.” Is that too much to ask? Just instead of getting bashed on for leaving the Nutella out or wanting me to do some type of chore. Let me rest. But have you ever had a telemarketer call you? It’s most likely going to be a man that doesn’t know how to speak English trying to sell you magical soap with the scent of elderly people or magazines you don’t even look at. That’s basically what parents are.
      I don’t want this to sound like I’m ungrateful, they are my parents and have done a lot for me, and I am genuinely grateful. But sometimes parents need to give their kids a break, especially kids that attend high school, kids work their butts off at school and just need a break. But unlike telemarketers, you can’t get away from parents. Yes, I care for my parents and I respect them. But I don’t comprehend most of my mother’s endless and pointless demands.