Ever been put in the dryer with a dozen sheets of sandpaper, naked, while holding a hive of angry bees? The smothered in gravy and hunted down by a dingo?

Currently, that is what the educational portion of my existence is like.

Ugh.

Just, why? Is a B that bad, parental unit? Is it? And is a C the end of the world?

Ehhh... I really hate having a teacher as a Parent sometimes.

Just when I thought I was having fun at a new school.