I yelled at them, ignored them, and occasionally did the opposite of what they told me. At the time I thought this made me better than them, but in the end it got me nowhere. Soon I entered high school and my preteen brat calmed down. However, my parents became more strict about my grades because a big milestone was coming in a few years: getting accepted into college. My parents made it very clear to me that if I didn't get a major scholarship to any college, I would have to attend the local community college. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, I wanted to leave the house. I now had a strong incentive to do well in school. I wanted to be able to go out on my own and escape their hold on me. I completed year after year, always getting “A's” in my classes. I soon rose to the top of my school's rankings and was at the top of my class. But that didn't matter to me, I wanted to get out of the house. At this point, I knew I wasn't letting my parents down, they were as proud as one can be of a daughter at the top of her class. This was the first time in my life that I felt like my parents were generally proud of me and my accomplishments. However I still felt guilty. Even though I did it for myself, I felt guilty because I wanted to escape from my parents. I didn't hate them, I just couldn't stand being under their control