I swear to god, if Dad yells at me again I'm going to kill him.

I got my report card today. He didn't want me to see it before I did. I told him that since it was my work and my grade, I should see it first. Apparently this was a capital crime, as he shouted, "I swear, if you open that mouth to me you're not seeing it at all! Now you just back off!"

I wound up getting all A's, with an A- in math.

Somehow I'm not as enthusiastic as I thought I would be.