Pleasing.

I think that's party of why I tried to do so well in school, for my mom to be happy. I knew she would be perfectly fine if I made a few C's, she wouldn't get mad or yell, she might ask if I needed a tutor, but that would be all. But I think I felt that I would make her happier if I made good grades.
Last year, in college, I discovered that I couldn't make all A's in school and still have a lot of fun, though I could still do quite well. I think I partially turned to running, being healthy, and having a beautiful body because I couldn't be perfect with my grades. She calls me beautiful if I come out in a nice bathing suit or slightly sexy outfit, so it fit the mold pretty well to make her smile. I don't know... this is all speculation, I am just trying to figure out what is going on in the world around me and what is happening inside my mind and thoughts.