Maybe she just doesn't get it, the same way she doesn't get that I'm not even looking at University of Toronto for college anymore, or that my dearest dream ISN'T to be "a lab rat in the basement of the FBI building". These are the things she always brags loudly to random people about, ignoring the fact that I'm resigned to (even looking forward to) going to Metro for college and that my fear is that I'll be a lab rat instead of an agent.
I thought I was doing pretty well with avoiding the usual teenage sterotypes of "no one understands me" and the like, but I'm sick of my mom thinking she knows my dreams - and telling everyone - and for treating me like one of her best friends and then getting mad when I don't follow her orders. So. Over. It.