“ You’re such a disappointment!” The horrible phrase one’s mother might reiterate to them over a hundred times after seeing your report card. That guilty feeling in your gut, where your stomach feels achy and you just want to lock yourself in the bathroom to get away from taking responsibility for your own actions. The hate that grows from within for all those times you received phone calls and had “better things to do,” than doing your homework. I understand, I felt these feelings of the mind shutting off. I’ve felt the embarrassment of being singled out by a teacher in class, and having that warm sensation overcome your face, where your cheeks turn rosy and the brow upon your head consumes with pe