"I'm a slam yer head on the wall if that's what it takes"

Oh, that? Just what my mom said to me. Wanna know how? (BTW, can’t draw. Scanner’s busted, and also being guarded by an evil guardian—not really, just dad’s co-workers)
It goes like this: After college, I need to apply to a varsity. And here, we apply them online. Now mom and dad had already DECIDED for me where to go, as you can read in my earlier blog. I never naturally agreed, but I went in to apply and put in my own favorite courses. And, for the sake of pleasing mom, I put in her ‘favorites’.
As my college final exam passed, I got 3.7 out of the full mark of 4.0. Isn’t that WICKED? Haha! Anyway, I realized that I put mom’s favourite courses on top of that list. So I might be offered that course. What was it? Oh nothing, just…being a student at MY DAD’S COURSE! First of all, I don’t like that course; secondly, I thought to myself: if I got a chance to do something I really like (with 3.7 I can get almost anything), why not go for it? I changed my course options with my big bro on my side. He thought it must be influenced by him or something; because most of them are at his university’s, but that’s not true. I wanted that courses badly, and I wanted that university because I believed in it.
Now comes that problem. Bro is quite a talker, and he spilled it to mom while they were in that university. Bad move, bro. He got grilled and nagged and insulted whatnots until he messaged me on the phone, telling me to “Pretend to go to sleep! Mom’s in a fit. She’s coming home to you any second.”
The next day was calm until mom forced me to go to dad’s office and resubmit the application. Too late, mom. If you hadn’t had a fit of rage with bro and had the time to resubmit it back, you’ll now that the dateline has PASSED!
That’s when mom said the words. “I’ll hit your head on the wall if that’s what it takes. You stubborn, idiotic little kid!” She was screaming and screaming and all I could do is smile because she looks really silly when she’s angry. I think dad was secretly happy cuz nobody’s monitoring his secret affairs anymore.
After that mom and I sat in the car. She finally slowed down her tone and said, “Are you happy now? If dad ran away with another woman, it’s your fault.” Well, what about me, mom? I can’t suffer my butt off learning something I don’t like for three years. I’ll just be living in regret everyday, and my results will drop, and I got kicked out of the university. It could happen; it already happened when I took Math in college. It kills me, really!
There’s another problem: money. If I am a student of dad’s, I could cut some cost such as living expenses and books. The university of my choice, however, is in the big city. Bro is also there; but even if we share a rented room it is still gonna make us starve. This brings me to the second point: money does not grow on trees. Sis is in college, Big Bro is barely in his first year. The other two siblings of mine are in junior high and middle school. Sigh…
You know, I’m scared like hell. My friends think I’m lucky cuz most of them didn’t even pass 3.5, and I could still choose any science Hons degree I wanted. But that’s not it. When mom told me she’ll slam my head on the wall, she really means it. Her face was serious, albeit a little silly. Mom can get really crazy sometimes, like Gran said to me once. Mom turned her back on her own sister because of money; what makes you think she won’t really turn her back on me? I had these crazy nightmares of her slamming me to the wall as soon as the Offer Letter comes and she sees the cost of bringing me to university.
I won’t tell anyone what my courses are. But I’ll tell you this: I chose it, I’m prepared for it. God speed!