I got the worst report card EVER.
Math: B
English: B+
History: A
Science A-
Spanish: C
According to my mom, I should "go drop out of school and commit suicide [long version of a lecture about living a really crappy life]" because she thinks I'll "never get into any Ivy League college".
That's a horrid thing to tell a child. That's not even a bad report card!!! That's actually fairly good for math and Spanish isn't even your native language. So there. Don't let your mom put you down.
DO NOT commit suicide.
Well, my mom always pushes me to do my best in school. But she will not accept an F, D, or C. She says that I can do better and pushes me (gently, motherly-like) to do better. It always works...well, most of the time. She has never told me that I won't make it to so-and-so if I don't do this. She says that we must go to school, get an education, and make better the world and get a job so we won't be living on the streets....and so we can take care of her :D
On last semesters report card, I got A's in everything besides science and math. B in science. Blah, I don't like science. That research report on Liger's saved my hiney. And I probably got a C in math. For some reason, the grade wasn't on my report card. A 'C' is bad. Bad...bad...in math, that is. Gotta work harder...
I used to obsess over my grades. I did make myself sick. Sick for weeks on end but still doing math. I got a B and nearly worked myself to death to raise it. Even though the test grade never raised. Ya. It really helped though, in the first years of middle school, that I had a wonderful lady-teacher who really thought highly of me. Now I have cooled down. I am stressing over math right now. But that's it. My new guy-teacher. Well, lets just say he's a bit on the lazy side and doesn't bother.
Wow...I got a 4.0 GPA in the 6th and 7th grade.
I wrote a lot :D.