<p>Here is the situation: I am a rising junior, got accepted to Harvard Summer School program, everything is set, my flight is booked, I even have a car service booked so we will know exactly who will be driving me from the airport to Harvard. The problem: my mother is too clingy and paranoid and it frustrates me to no end. </p>
<p>She wants to go with me. I think it is absolutely unnecessary. My age is labeled young adult by airlines and, accordingly, I am deemed to have no trouble traveling alone. Her first excuse was, literally, "The cab driver will see you are a little boy (she is the only one who sees me as a little boy) and will drive into a remote area, tell you to empty your pockets, take out his gun and shoot you in the head and nobody will know." So I got a car service. </p>
<p>Next excuse? "I was talking to my sister and she told me maybe it could be a big scam, where they take all of your money and throw you in the corner of a small room." So many things I could say about this, I just won't say anything. She hears everything I say, by the way, but she doesn't listen, and nothing I say ever holds any credibility.</p>
<p>Next excuse? "I need to see your roommate. He could be a psychotic killer that is going to murder you and steal your stuff." "Okay, they let killers into Harvard?" "YES, haven't you seen there are geniuses that are crazy killers?" She watches a lot of movies, and because she isn't originally from America, she thinks they are all true. She is a doctor, by the way, just not near as articulate in English as I am with me being born here.</p>
<p>Next excuse? "I know that I will regret it if you go alone. Something will happen." She is relying on her motherly sixth sense that is nonexistent. </p>
<p>Another excellent excuse? "You need help with your luggage." Okay, let's see what I have. One bag to check and a small laptop bag to carry on. Developing young male at least a head taller vs small woman with arthritis in both shoulders. Her argument starts to defy the laws of reality.</p>
<p>So, what's next? She buys plane tickets for herself last minute. She doesn't tell me, I find out myself when I see her itinerary. This sparked my anger to an unimaginable degree. So you will say something like "It's her money, she can do what she wants." or something of that nature. What really frustrates me about this, though, is that she has stripped away the experience that I was looking to get out of those few hours from home to Harvard - the experience of being able to do something myself and test my capabilities; the whole summer school concept is advertised as a way to experience college anyway, so why can I fly alone to college and not to summer school? -, she refuses to be rational, she doesn't respect my opinion to any degree, and she refuses to acknowledge that I am in a transitional phase that makes me want to assert my independence more to prepare myself for the future. </p>
<p>Blah blah blah, you are too young is the gist of it. To me, it doesn't matter. I want to be able to independently walk through the airport, get on the flight alone, get off at Boston alone, get in the car alone, and arrive at Boston alone. I don't want my mommy holding my hand, feeding me milk from a bottle, wiping my butt, and doing everything I know that I can do myself along the way. The worst part of all of it? She is totally blind to why I want to go myself. Whenever she badgers me about coming with me and I just give up and walk away because I can't win she says, "See? He hates me. Look how much he hates me. He doesn't want me to go with him because he hates me." When I say that I will enjoy a change in scenery, she says "Oh, now I know why you applied to a summer program in Boston. You just want to get away from the house and be away from me. That is your only reason." </p>
<p>This isn't even on the topic of flights but my mother does not realize the least bit how hard I work in school and, frankly, doesn't seem to care much, and treats me like I am the most naiive person to ever walk the earth. I have discussed this with her and she has plain and simply told me that she believes I would go get candy out of the back of a stranger's van. I AM NOT JOKING, SHE SAID IT HERSELF WHEN I ASKED HER, SHE SAID THAT SHE IS AFRAID I WOULD WALK AWAY WITH A STRANGER AND GET IN HIS VAN. Anyway, everybody else works hard so "their parents won't kill them," I work hard for myself, because I care about my grades, and I have set the highest goals I can for my future. Nobody in my family is like me. They all barely made top 10%, and they don't know a thing about any school other than the local college. I have always set strict rules for myself, being in all the hardest classes and trying my darnedest for the 100 standards. My parents don't care to see my report card unless I put it in front of their faces, and if I do, I get a little "Good job," while other students work for bribes from their parents. My parents say that all that matters is education, but if I don't do the dishes or something I am reduced to a person that "doesn't do anything." A deadbeat. </p>
<p>Man, that was a huge vent session. Let's see what you parents think about this, and whether you can match my mom's rationality.</p>