Personal Narrative Essay: Are You Worth My Grade?

The day was peaceful and sunny. With days like these, my house was calm. However, at times like these, my mother would come into my room and ask, “Did you fix your grade?” or “Let me see your grades.” Usually when she says those words, I would be frightened. However, today was not the case. My grades were straight A’s with 1 B, so I should be fine. I got a grasp of my laptop with my grades showing, and brought it downstairs for my mother to see.
Any parent would be ecstatic with the grades I have. However, that was not the case with my mom. Once my mother saw my grades, she was hollering at me. At that moment, I wasn’t recognizing the reason why she was hollering at me. That was until she said, “unacceptable grades.”
With those words and the grades I had, I was enraged. I was so close to telling her off, but I kept in mind with these words, “Don’t tell her off, it’s not worth it.” Sure, it was hard to restrain myself, but she is my mother. With times like these, I would walk away. So, I walked away. Usually, walking away when I’m angry would cool me down a bit.

When I walked away, it caused my mother to yell at me more.

At that moment, the results of my mother yelling at me more, was me yelling back at her. We argued back and forth.
“Why are you never proud of me!” I shouted in anger.
“I would’ve been proud of you if you had straight A’s!” she answered back with a shout.
Those words were yelled back and forth. I was arguing about how my mother was never proud of anything I did, and my mother was arguing about how bad my grades are every time. But then I suddenly stopped

arguing.
“I’ll study more for my tests to revamp my grades, alright?” I said, trying to serene myself. “OK. You better be fixing that grade, or we are going to have a pensive talk.” My mother answered back with a frown.
After a while, I calmed down. It seemed like my mom had calmed down too. I sat down on my bed, playing some music. My mind was all over the place. I knew it was a bad idea to yell back at my mother. So, why did I yell back? I guess it was me being angry and losing control. It was hard for me because, well, I’m usually a calm person. But at that time, I got mad so fast.
The day had turned into night. When it was time for dinner, I went downstairs and walked towards my mother.
“Sorry about earlier today. I didn’t know why I even argued back.” I said towards her.
After I said that, she gave me an allocation about my behavior. However, I was contemplating. Is it worth arguing back? Is it a good idea to argue back to someone who has a significant meaning to me?