So we got most of our grades back today, except for a few. Since I didn’t bother to take any of the reviewing and studying seriously, my grades came as follows:
. Science . Midterm- ? Marking Period- A
. English . Midterm- ? Marking Period- C
. Latin . Midterm- D Marking Period- A
. Music . Midterm- A Marking Period- A
. Math . Midterm- B Marking Period- A
. History . Midterm- ? Marking Period- ?
Yeah, I know, perfectly terrible. I didn’t get grounded, well for a long period of time. Just for tonight, no Stella’s party for me. I’m angry about that, but happy sweet sixteen Stella Bella. You are amazing and beautiful; never let anyone tell you different.
But I must say the highlight of my day had to be this morning when Kris handed me a plastic bag. When I saw what was inside, I couldn’t think straight, or breathe. Yes, it was pictures from the Bright Eyes show that I did NOT attend. The photos were incredible, and Conor looked absolutely stunning. I’m completely upset with myself for not trying to buy the tickets earlier, and yeah I should probably die for it.
Anyway, after practice, Moe called cause she needed a ride. She was at the school since she had some independent study after school. So, when she was walking up to the car, she had all her books in her arms, and my mom started flipping on me for not having any books. Then was up hauled by the fact that Moe was taking extracurricular learning courses, and I was not. So we fought for the whole ride home about how much of a terrible daughter I am. And I felt that was the perfect time to drop the beautiful Mid-term Latin grade on her. Once I said the dreaded words, “I got a ‘D’ on my Mid-term,” she went off. I just put my headphones in and sang loudly to Bright Eyes, “I’ve been eating for you,” and she still didn’t shut up, she’s such a cunt face.
Everyone loves a fucking tragedy, in epic proportions