im 15, its 12:30 am, ill get off the fuckin comp when i want, ill go to bed when i want, take a shower in the morning if i want, and get my clothes ready in the morning, it doesnt make sense to me why they feel the need to do this to you.
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im 15, its 12:30 am, ill get off the fuckin comp when i want, ill go to bed when i want, take a shower in the morning if i want, and get my clothes ready in the morning, it doesnt make sense to me why they feel the need to do this to you.
I DONT GOT THAT PROBLEM, I HAVE SUCH A CLOSE RELATIONSHIP WITH MY MOM, SHE SMOKES WITH ME SOMETIMES AND MY DAD WHO LIVES IN CANADA, WE SMOKE TOO, BUT OUR RELATIONSHIP IS WEIRD
BUT THAT SUCKS, 10PM BEDTIME...DAMN
WHEN I WAS 16, MY CURFEW WAS MIDNIGHT ON WEEKDAYS AND WHENEEVER ON WEEKENDS, IF I STAYED OUT I JUST HAD TO LET THEM KNOW IM DRUNK AND IM NOT COMING HOME HAHA
Talk to them in a respectful way but firmly tell them how you feel and express that you feel that you want the responsability of making your own routine. Teenagers need FREEdom
I'll probably get flamed but I gotta answer this from the parent's perspective. Now, I dont' know your specific situation, but I am the stepdad of three boys now aged 19, 17, and 14.
The oldest was never bad as a child. In grade 8 he began hanging out with a couple of guys who had no rules at home. He called them 'his friends'. Well, soon after we got a call from Walmart. He had been caught stealing. I went and talked the store and cop out of pressing charges. His mom and I wanted to be cool parents so we didn't come down too hard on him. After all, almost everyone swipes something as a kid. We hoped that he had learned his lesson. He didn't.
Next, he was caught breaking into houses with 'his friends' during the time he was supposed to be in school. They would steal money, booze, whatever. Then he got caught breaking into my house, HIS HOUSE, going for you know what. A neighbour seen them and called the cops. Well, 'his friends' ran, leaving him to take the fall. I was awakened by about 5 cops stomping around my home. Luckily, my grow was secure and they didn't find it. That was the scariest day of my life. At that point I had no choice but to make him choose: his friends or his family. He moved out a week later.
Long story short he dropped out of school in grade 10, and now works at a KFC.
After that we set down the rules for the other two. School was a priority. We wanted to know where there were, and who they were hanging out with. Sometimes we didn't let them go places that they wanted, and we made them be in at a certain time.
Now, the middle one is finishing high school this year and is applying to college. He is a great teenager, very responsible, has a job and helps out with chores around the house. So, we loosened the reins a bit and allowed him more liberties.
The youngest is in his first year of high school. His marks actually improved from grade 8. He also does chores, and we limit his computer time and he goes to bed at 10 on school days.
I guess the moral of the story is, sometimes teens don't need freedom, they need rules. They need to learn reponsibilities, and how to make decisions that will benefit their well-being. Sometimes you need to take life seriously now, in order to enjoy it later.
Sorry for the long post but everyone was saying 'fuck the parents' and all that. But maybe they just want you to grow up to be a happy, well adjusted, responsible adult.
My parents were always cool. As long as I mainataind an A average, cleaned my room, and called at least once if I wasn't coming home I was allowed to smoke pot, run around, and go over and sleep over anyones house. They trusted me and neevr really had any rules. They figured they'd tell me once about what not to do and I should make my own damn mistakes, tho they were allways there if I needed them. But if they did give me shit all I have to do is pull the cancer card out. Oh yeah because WHO is gonna yell at a cancer kid? No one thats who, it's just one of those great things you get for going thru so much shit. It's like the race card or the sex card. it's a magical thing.
And yet you always go home...:(Quote:
Originally Posted by rebgirl420
well you gotta remember I only stayed over my friend Nick's house and he's gay. Now I stay over John's house, like I am now and i'm only home on wednesday. He works at night and I stay here and smoke, eat, play bass and drums and watch t.v.. It's a good life. Plus I do all my school online any time I want. It's nice.
School... Online?
Jesus.. Teenagers nowadays..:rolleyes: :p