<p>This happened about two hours ago, and I’m still shaken by all of it. Basically, the ordeal started when I laid out my case to take summer classes at this university where she works and where I’m entitled free tuition. She didn’t want me to do this because even though I could take the classes for free, summer school would entail other expenses we probably can’t afford (i.e. books, transportation if I commute or housing if I stay on campus, food, etc.). I proposed borrowing alternative loans to cover these expenses, but she was adamant about not taking out anymore loans because we already have too many.</p>
<p>I understand the financial situation we’re in, but I told her the reason I wanted to take these summer classes in the first place was to improve my chances of getting into a top law school (the law school admissions process is largely LSAT+GPA-driven and a tenth of a GPA point makes a huge difference, as many of you know), assure myself a high-paying job, and rise above our current circumstances that way. I figured with a corporate law salary, I might even be able to relieve them of some of their financial burden (right now, we’re living paycheck to paycheck, my father was just laid off, and my parents don’t have any money saved up for retirement). We’ve come so far-- with my dad bringing us to the US after so many years of waiting, starting a new life away from the prostitution hub that we once lived in, and years later moving away from the inner-city that we first settled in upon arriving in the US to a respectable town that we live in now-- that I figured I might as well shoot for the stars and go for every advantage I could get. I’ve made some tough decisions in the past that I felt strongly about; some have put me in precarious situations but they all ultimately benefited me in some way (my point is I’m not making this decision to take summer classes on a whim). For example, I dropped out of a prestigious boarding school, giving up a full scholarship and fully knowing what I was giving up, because I was unhappy. Thereafter, I neglected my high school studies to devote time to winning a national competition (I wanted lots of unstructured free time and so couldn’t be bothered to balance both), and I did. I took summer courses last year against my mother’s wishes (because I had to take out loans to cover incidental expenses) to boost my GPA to get into Northwestern (which I did). And now here’s another decision that I have a strong feeling could make a difference in my future, yet my mother refuses to recognize the long-term pay off yet again (at the same time, I can’t blame her for feeling that way because we’re really hard-pressed for money all the time).</p>
<p>She snapped when I told her that not letting me take summer school classes could have a direct impact on my law school admissions results (indeed, earning As on a semester system could significantly alter my GPA… I’m a transfer student so the Bs I got at my previous semester-based institution are given more weight than any Bs I’ll ever get at Northwestern [don’t have one yet… knock on wood] and unfairly so, since the grading at NU is generally harder). I told her I didn’t want to look back at this situation 2 years from now and regret not insisting on this chance to boost my GPA. She yelled at me for being “insensitive” (maybe I was, but taking summer courses really could boost my LSAC-calculated GPA from a 3.7 to 3.8… though my NU GPA is 3.8 already), telling me she’d rather die than deal with all of the financial burden I have brought on to the family. This was when she pulled out a knife saying she now understands why some parents would want to kill their children. I kept my cool because I didn’t want to make her any angrier. My heart was pounding though, because I literally had to grasp her hands firmly to keep her from pulling the knife out of the kitchen drawer (she already had them in her hands). My father intervened, holding her back from physically hurting me in other ways.</p>
<p>I’m shocked that she would do something this atrocious, and I can’t help being afraid of her now. I definitely don’t want to stay at home for the summer, but I don’t have much choice. We live in a suburb, and my mobility is severely limited by my inability to drive or ride a bike. I’m thinking maybe I should contact someone at school for a job and possibly get a summer sublet if it’s not too late? I’m much much happier in Evanston and wish I could live there year-round (not joking…I was instantly depressed and anxious the moment I came home). I don’t want to be dependent on my ex-boyfriend or friends, though I’m confident they’ll let me stay at their place if I explain my situation. Please help.</p>