Am I a so bad son?

I wonder if I’m really of all that bad that they says of me… Ok, ok, a lot of things were my fault, I realize tha but I think they really punish me to much…
I will say some of things, goods and bad ones that has happened in my last years (between, I’m 16):

Year of 2001: For what I can record I’ve changed to school to start the 1st year of my elementary school (I’m brazilian, so I guess thats the traduction), to get in the school, you had to make a test of I don’t remember of how much questions to see how much, and if you’d get, a discount in the school mensality, I had a 100% and during the whole year my father had to pay exactly NOTHING for the whole year, and in the following years he had to pay only 50% of the mensalities.

Year of 2004: Now I’ve changed to another school, since a boy in my older one used to bully me and I’m wasn’t being able to study with him on me. In the new school, we had a sistem that the best studentes in every grade may get a medal, and the best student from the school wold get a Trophie. In the same year I got a gold medal and I just din’t get the trophie because I had a tie with a girl that had in her past already 3 medals of gold.

Year of 2005: Another medal and I finally got the trophie in the 1st semester.

Year of 2006: I’ve got a bad grade, not a red one (thats a grade lower than 5,0; here in Brazil grades goes from 0,0 to 10,0) but a 7,5, my father got mad with, sayid things like “The 1st one is the only winner, a 2nd place is just the 1st of a legion of losers!” and he would put me in the worsiest school of the reigon that I live, the name of the place is “School Hiroshima”, a place that have only drugs, violence and prostitution; but my mother made up his mind and he din’t put me in that place.

Year of 2007: Another boy started to bully me and he was making hard for me concentrate in classes. I got a bronze medal, and my parents doesn’t know that. Happily for me, in the 2nd semester the school changed the director and stopped with the Medal Giving Sistem.

Year of 2008: It was when I started to leave home with my friends togo in some places, but my father hated the idea, sayid that my friends weren’t good friendships and made me stop from leaving home, my life became again “from school to home, form home to school”. The boy keeped bulling me.
In this year I joinend the “Order of De Molay”, a kind of Non-Governamental Organ whose main objective was the filantropy.

Year of 2009: I coudn’t take anymore bullies from him, I losed my senses and hit him a lot, ok it was a pleasure, but my dad got so angry with me that he would put me in Hiroshima again, and he really would do it since my grades did falled to much. My mom got pregnant and she used her pregnancy to make his mind and made him stop with that idea.

Today, year of 2010: My father is worsier than ever, at each day he makes more psicological torture in me. He made me left the order (and I was an Orator, that is very important in the order). My mother changed a lot too and now she is every day hittng on me actually she is using brooms. But I am actually studing in a SENAI, that is a profissionalizaing school very important in my country and that had only 18 vacancies for students, and I got in, now I’m getting ready to enter in an Etec, same like the SENAI but even more renomated. I do draw very well, I cook, I know philosofy, psicology and I learned to talk english completaly alone without even making a single school that teachs the language (here in Brazil, someone that talks a 2nd language is the rarest thing of the world, and I talk english, spanish, a little of italian and notions of japanese). But my parents says that I only gives to them shame, sadness, shyness.

So tell me, am I such a bad son? What would you feel if your son was like me? Pride or shame?