Real life experience. That's all I'll say up here. I know, I'm doing school stuff a lot, but I am in school.
Oh no. I knew I did bad. I just knew it.
Immediately, I reprimanded myself. It should be 'badly,' not 'bad.'
If I couldn't even get simple sentence structure down, how badly did my grades turn up as?
I couldn't even think straight as I listened to the teacher calling off the names for each of us to collect our report cards for the first nine weeks. Wait. Not our. His or her. Subject/pronoun agreement. I blushed as I thought about how bad I was doing grammatically. That had better not have foreshadowed how my grade would be!
The teacher listed off the names. "Jackomis, Jaclyn. Janda, Amy. Kido, Joe."
I stood up and straightened my vest and shirt, feeling my face get even redder. Taking deep breaths and reminding myself that I had been through worse than getting a report card, I grabbed the envelope with a shaking hand and sat back down. I knew it. I knew I did badly. Well, no point hurrying it. I put it into my bag and, once the bell rang, took my time leaving the building and going home.
Of course, someone was waiting by the door.
"Hey, Joe, how did you do? Can I see, please?" Gomamon bombarded me before I had even slipped my shoes off.
"I don't know how I did, Goma. I haven't opened it yet. And I don't want to open it."
That didn't deter the seal-like Digimon. "I'm sure you did fine, Joe. You were studying so much last week, it's a wonder you got any sleep at all! I know I didn't."
"Hey! Number one, study or not, I probably did horrible. Number two, if I was bugging you, you could have just left the room. I'm sure my sock drawer would have been quite comfortable."
"You're kidding right? Your socks are very uncomfortable…that's not the point. If you won't look at your scores, at least let me!"
"No way, I—." Remind me never to get a dog. Not that it could be faster than Gomamon when he wants to be and doesn't complain for a minute. Fast as I'd ever seen him, he snatched the envelop out of my bag and tore off with it.
I held chase, but I failed. Ten minutes later, I found him sitting on top of my dresser—still don't know how he got up there—frowning slightly at the confidential paper in front of him.
"Give me that! No, wait…how did I do?"
"Um…well…maybe you should see for yourself. And sit down, please. You look faint enough as it is," he said, handing the paper to me.
I took it, and, hesitantly, unfolded it. After reading it, I turned to my Digimon.
"Did you have to make it sound as if I failed every class?"
"Well, yeah, what's the fun of telling the truth?"
"Ugh. I did horrible."
"Joe, straight A's and A-'s are perfectly fine, you know."
"Not for medical school."
"Joe, you worry too much."
"Tell me about it."
"Uh, I just did."
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