Armor of Positivity Grandma was out to make my life terrible as usual, just like every other day. Nothing I ever do seems to satisfy my grandmother, who was certain that I would end up becoming exactly what she expects of me. By “expect,” I mean either I may have a child with an unidentified father, become a prostitute, or at the very least, drop out of high school. Nevertheless, I left her a note today like I do every day, regardless of the fact that she had just finished thrashing me with a broom and I still had spiral marks on my body as a signatory of the thrashing. That morning, as I was cleaning my grandma's room, her beautiful and most priceless bangles flew out after being propelled forward by the broom. I bowed my stiff back, as my grandma would say, and used my lethargic, useless hands in her words to sweep away the area under her bed. My grandma thinks I am incredibly lazy and that I might even be more lazy than the proverbial tortoise so, lazy me ...