I've Been Trying So Hard...

Okay, so there's this college, Mary Baldwin, and they want me to skip high school altogether and attend their school next year. It's called the Program for the Exceptionally Gifted, or PEG. They are the only school in the nation that accepts students as young as twelve. But I need exemplary grades to do it. So I'm trying really hard to bring all my grades up so I can get a scholarship, and just so I can get in, period. I need to take a geometry course before I can be accepted, so I'll probably take one over the summer.

I was trying to work on my homework out in the living room, and I had just finished printing the pictures for my science project, when Mom comes in and grabs my laptop and my camera off the couch, and tries to set it all on top of the table, where she had made me move my science book and some other stuff to earlier. In the process, my camera falls, creating a scratch on the screen. Normally you'd think, oh, it's just a scratch, stop overreacting, Grace. But I've had this camera for two years now-it's pristine. Not a scratch on it. Until now. And the worst part? She denied it. "It was already there", she says.

By this point, she has laid down on the couch. I ask her, "where am I supposed to do my homework?" and she launches in to a speech about how it should have been done a week ago. I was talking about tonight's freaking homework!!! When I try to explain this, however, she gets madder and tells me, "I don't care." Thanks, Mom, for not caring about my education or dedication to work harder. I was trying to make you proud. But, obviously, you don't care. I love my Mom, really, and I know she loves me. But sometimes...

Suicide mode, much? Help/support/cheering (which does not include "my life sucks harder than yours", even if it does) would be appreciated.