are you fucking kidding me?

So I tell my mom that clinics start on the 10th.

"Already?! We only got about three weeks off?!"
"Its been about a month..."
"When do you expect your homework to get done?!"
"The clinics are only about three hours... I'll get my homework done alot earlier than I used to be able to."
"When are these clinics gonna start?"
"If I remember correctly, about three."
"So you should have about 45 minutes before. What are you going to do in that time? I won't bring you home."
"I know. I don't expect you to. I'm probably going to eat and get my homework started if I can."

and that started a huge lecture about my "crappy grades" and how she has no problem pulling me out of drumline and this year, shes going to know what to look for and blah blah blah. Okay, I haven't even made it yet, but let's pretend I did. Practices are durring the summer. How can I have "crappy grades" during the summer? Stop telling me I'm not going to get into college. I'm a freaking freshman. I only have one bad grade so stop telling me that I "won't get into college because my grades suck." Clinics are only for THREE DAYS. You need to calm the fuck down. I don't know what to do anymore. I would live with someone else if I could. I would live by myself if I could. I would kill you if I could. If you aren't dead by the end of my senior year, and you're still treating me like shit, there won't be much stopping me from killing you.