A Teenager's Life

A Teenager's Life

Teenagers love to try and experience a lot of things. Even though they know that something bad might happen, they're still going to do it. They are so unpredictable and irresponsible that parents tend to be more strict with their teen-aged children. Maybe these are the reasons why my parents are strict. Having strict parents had bad effects before and has good effects for me now.

During the early years of my teenage life, I thought the idea of my parents being strict was unreasonable. They had done so many things that had a bad effect before. First, I wouldn't ask permission from them to go out with my friends. Even if I did, they wouldn't let me. I wouldn't want to let someone stop me from doing the things I like. One time, I sneaked out of our house and went to a bar with some of my friends. During the party, something bad happened. A friend of mine was shot because of teenage trouble. Then, all of the parents were called to the crime scene. Obviously, my parents came too. As a result, I was scolded in front of everybody and was also grounded for two months! I felt so embarrassed. Another bad effect was getting into illegal relationships. My parents were so strict that I was into so many illegal relationships before. One time, I was totally infatuated with a certain guy for months. I tried to be a good girlfriend but in the end, he cheated me. Naturally, I broke up with him. Some say that he did it because my parents did not know him and he didn't have any reason to be afraid. I felt so depressed that it resulted to failing grades. I became conscious of the reason why my parents wouldn't allow me to get into relationships at a young age. Lastly, I defied them. Actually, this happened last year. I used to waste my time going to parties and malls even though my parents already said no. I used to drink alcohol with my friends during Wednesdays and Saturdays. I wasn't taking care of myself too. I used to sleep around four in the morning not thinking about going to school the next day. Consequently, my school got worried. They notified my parents about what was happening to me. Then, my parents confronted me about what was wrong. So I told them the truth that I detest their attitude being strict. I wanted freedom in a way that they wouldn't control my life. They told me that I couldn't have it because of our family background. I felt so bad that all I could think of was they were "evil".

Months passed , I became mature as I stepped into college. As I looked back, it was so funny to think about the things that I did. It was too shallow of me to look at just one side