I got my first real F today.
It felt strange.
For a minute I felt my face flare crimson with shame. I felt my eyes, irritated by the red marks, well up with tears. I didn't dare open my mouth. I wasn't sure of what would come out.
Yeah, that's right.
For a minute I was in 4th grade again.
But nervous chuckles mitigate some of the tension. And soon, I didn't have to look at the dreadful stains of graphite anymore.
And then I remembered:
I've grown up in the past 6 years.
I have too much dignity to cry over the agricultural revolution.
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