The stereotypical Asian parents.  They always want you to do well in nothing but academics and playing an instrument, most likely the piano or violin.  If you don’t, well, let’s just say they’re not going to be happy campers and when I mean not well, I mean below a 95 or even 100 on a test.  One night, I was watching an episode of “What would you do?” and they did a scene where an Asian mother publicly humiliated her daughter because she got an A- on her test.  I thought to myself, “An A-? That’s pretty darn good.  I would be pleased with an A-.”  That was what they called a “tiger mom.”  I guess I could say I grew up with a “tiger mom.”  I’ve always strived to do well in school, but it wasn’t for me.  It was for my mother.  Failing is a fear I have.  I don’t want to let my parents down; or rather, I was just scared my mom was going to yell at me if I got anything below a 95.  It’s happened before, and believe me, it’s not a pretty sight.  I’ve always been compared to my older brother, who’s constantly done well in school.  I mean, who likes to be compared to their siblings or anyone in general?  Aren’t we our own individual person?  Then again, I did look up to him.  He just seemed perfect; always doing everything correctly.  As the years go on, my mom seems to have gotten a bit more lenient, that is if you call lowering her expectations from a 95 down to a 90 lenient. But I don’t really mind or care anymore.  The only person who needs to be happy with the grade is me.