Why do Asians really get straight A's? - Project Gutenberg Consortia ...

I arrive at my house late in the night. To my surprise, I don't see Mommy or Daddy— not
even Jordan. I walk upstairs to the game room to watch TV and suddenly, I hear
“ Congratulations! ” All three of them are standing there, next to a celebration cake on the
circular game room table. I can't believe that they're doing this for me!
“ Dr. Johnson, ” my parents both say, patting me on the back, the most affection that I've
ever received from them. “ So how the MCAT? ” Daddy asks first, Mommy coming in a close
second.
“ I think I did well, ” I lie, rapidly chewing my gum in order to neutralize my beer breath.
“ You think or you know? ” Daddy asks, almost turning his smile into a scoff.
“ What I mean is that I know I did well. I'm just saying 'I think' because I won't know the
results for month, ” I lie again, better than any politician on Capitol Hill.
“ Okay. Remember, you need make us proud, ” Daddy exclaims, all my life reiterating
that same proverb over and over again.
“ Yes, Daddy, ” I acquiesce.
“ So you do good on MCAT? ” Mommy asks, as if she hasn't been paying attention.
“ Mommy, I'm sure I did very well but I still have to wait a month for my score. ”
“ That means your date of execution will be in a month, ” Jordan insults, like always.
“ Har, har. That means your date of @ss-whooping will be in a month after I get my
awesome test results, ” I counter back.
“ You two stop, ” Daddy demands, while pointing at me and not at Jordan.
“ Yes, Daddy, ” I acquiesce again. “ Please don't worry. I'll get into medical school just
like you want.”
“ It's not we want, ” Mommy interjects, “ because it about your future. You must prepare
your future. ” Like I haven't heard this before. My future? My future is suppose to be me as a
writer, not doctor. They won't admit that it's their future, since I'm their future retirement fund.
“ Yes, Mommy, ” I acquiesce to the other parental unit.
“ You need to listen to your little sister and stop being a loser, ” Jordan adds officiously,
butting in by throwing another insult. I stick out my tongue at her, like a spoiled, callow toddler.
I start to raise my middle finger at her as well when Mommy tells me to come over and cut the
celebration cake. d@mn the cake looks good: tall and dense with fluffy white frosting all over,