With age， my troubles also increases。 Summer life was happy， but I like a busy summer， "workers"， like work， my mother wanted me to become the best-in-class students， and was admitted to a good university， so my mother gave me has reported three tutoring classes: Math ， language， English。 In addition to doing the job of tutoring classes， the mother taking the time to also let me do a fifth-grade math problems， plus teachers stay summer job， I play a little time。 Sometimes， I finally just finished the job， is to want to rest for a while， just out of the room， was the mother "robbed" live: "Wait a minute， first do not play with， look at the book a while go！" Hey。 "my heart the sun is just coming up， was" dark clouds "of the mother to cover the back。 I understand the mother's care and thought， but my time is not their own arrangements， this is my growing pains。