I got three B's on my last report, I expected to die. . . . .didn't happen. >.<'
Now that I have four, though, I feel worse than anything they could/would do to me. X_X (Granted I have yet to turn in any makeup work)
Dude, I failed my geometry final. I used to have a B in the class.... Now I have a C+. And my dad knows. He didn't get mad, though. That could partially be because I'd already been home for four hours and was still insulting myself and looked like I was about to cry, but I didn't get in any trouble.
He just came in and asked if I wanted dinner, I said no, he asked if I've eaten today, also no, and he was just like "Don't make yourself sick, and don't beat yourself up too much for it." *did not realize I was doing that*
Yeah. With the weighted grades, if I don't screw up the next couple semesters, I could have higher than a 4.0 by mid-Sophomore year. Not that I'll actually do the work, knowing me....
"Really?" to what?
Meh. >.> I'm just not hungry. Or rather, I don't feel like eating.
I'm not really that hard on myself. It's a C... (one percent away from a B, which pissed me off....) Everyone, except for most people, would react the same way. That totally made sense in my head. You might be able to figure out what I'm trying to say anyway, I'm not sure....