I saw my report card today and proceeded to tear it up and throw it in the trash can. Then I went on a rampage. I cursed at my economics teacher using every foul word at my disposal, stomped on the floor, and knocked things off the dining room table.
Shortly after I realized that there was something wrong with me. I was acting like a psychopath over grades that most people would kill for.
My main concern right now is college, and if I find out in April that I got into my top school, that horrible display I put on would have been completely unnecessary. The only reason I'm concerned about my grades is because I fear Columbia will look at them and say "Nope, not good enough" and discard my application in the reject pile.
But I'm going to try and not think about all that. I'm trying my best to not stress myself out this year. If I can make it for just 1 and a half more months, I'll be home free. Wish me luck :)
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