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The Dirty Dish Theorem My friends are always complaining about how nosey their parents are, and how they never get the space they deserve. My parents are nothing like that. They want absolutely nothing to do with my personal life. They don’t really care what I do as long as I tell them where I am and I’m not doing anything TOO illegal there. They know about all the “terrible” things teenagers do, and they are fully aware that there is a chance that I probably do them too. They just don’t by any means want to hear about it. I think my two older sisters got in so much trouble when they were my age that my parents have had enough and pretty much just gave up on me. The only two things that they really do care about is school and chores. Something about doing the dishes angers me. I’m not sure if it’s the actual job that makes me mad, or if it’s the way my dad asks me to do it. Every day after work, my dad sits in his chair watching TV. Every day after school, I go to swim practice, orchestra rehearsal, and eventually I do my homework. After I get home around 9:30, when my dad has been home for hours, he still has the nerve to ask me to do the dishes, when he could have easily finished the job in five minutes and gone back to his TV. For some obscure reason, whenever I explain this to my dad, he’s not too happy about it. In fact, I usually end up with three more chores to do that night. Due to swim practice, orchestra, homework, and now four chores, it becomes impossible to get everything done. Since i can’t miss swimming or orchestra, either the homework, or the chores wont get done. Being a good son, of course I choose to drop the homework. The only problem with skipping out on the homework is that a few days later, I get yelled at for not doing my homework. So now not only do I have do homework and chores after a long day of school, swimming, and orchestra, but now I am also grounded. Luckily, my parents have never really grasped the concept of grounding. To them, being grounded just means that I can’t take my car out past 12, which makes zero sense because that’s suppose to be my regular curfew anyways. I think most parents just like to tell their kid’s that they’re grounded so they can feel powerful and so their kids will spend more time at home with them. My parents, however, seem to only tell me I’m grounded so I’ll spend less time at home. All of this could simply be avoided if my dad would take one for the team and take five minutes out of his day to do the dishes.