Angela White: Personal Choice 3: My Parents

I have recently realized that I have been incorrect in a certain assumption that I have held my entire life. As it turns out, my parents are always right. I don't understand how they do it, but they manage to be right every time they give me advice, and I seem to fall on my butt every time I ignore them. For example, my parents told me not to wait until the last minute to get my work done this semester. They told me that because I am enrolled in Accounting, Macroeconomics, and Calculus all at once, I really had to be on the ball this semester. Like always, I assumed they were just telling me that because they had to, and I could still do whatever I want all semester, then just cram during finals week. I was wrong. They were right. When my parents tell me not to trust someone, and I do, it always turns out that they were right, and I have placed my trust in the shadiest person possible. When my parents tell me to clean up my room and I don't, I almost always end up stepping on something valuable that i left on the floor, rendering it broken. I don't really understand how they can be right about every little thing, every time, but I do think I've reached that level in my maturity when I feel that I am ready to start taking their advice. I guess they know what they are doing, after all, they are old.