Thank God. I passed summer school with a C minus. I went to summer school, just for math. Doesn't sound too bad, does it? Well . . . If I didn't pass summer school, I would likely just have to repeat the grade. Damn, right? Thus, my anxiety levels have been really, really high. Higher than stoners at Woodstock. I almost couldn't bear to open it. My dad was actually being a jerk ten minutes ago when he got the mail. He and my brother were about to go to the gym. My dad was about to open it, but I wanted to open it myself, to know my own grade firsthand. He made a big fuss and tried to grab it out of my hands. As I opened it, I was already crying from anticipation. Two minutes later, when I finally built up the "strength" to open it, I found out I got a C minus. Hallelujah, thank God and Jesus Almighty.
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