My report card, as I just learned, arrives at my mail box, on the 20th of February. My social life will end there. Two C’s will not satisfy my parents so basically, I’,m screwed. Anytime I think about it my heart beats faster. I hate grades. Writing makes the stress go away. So do many other things but I won’t mention them. How am I going to succeed in life with grades like that? I mean, I want to do good. But when I come home from school, I just veg. School itself drains me enough, that I can’t deal with anymore at home. Whatever. What’s done is done, and life will go on. The storm will blow over, hopefully. But just knowing that the storm will come is torture enough.