My Life I Guess...

Part 1

First quarter of my seventh grade school year, report cards came in and I saw that I was failing art. (I go to Clark Shaw by the way). He didn't really say much to me about it that time. He just asked me how did you make an E in art, and told me to try pull it up, just like a normal parent would say to their child. It was when I didn't pull it up in second quarter, that he decided it would be fun to be the biggest (insert word of choice here) that one could be. It all started on that particular day, the day my dad came home from work at the same time I was playing my ps4. He said hello and how was school and stuff. He walked into his bedroom, my mom gave him my report card, and immediately told my mom to tell me to get off the game. (Notice how he didn't tell me face to face) So I went and sat on the couch wondering, "What now." and I overheard my dad asking my mom, "You saw this? And you still let him play the game?" What does a video game have to do with a school subject with no homework whatsoever? By his time I was consumed with rage so I went to bed as an attempt to sleep of what just happened.