First day back from winter break. Grades came in while school was out of session. They're the worst grades ever. I looked at the report card and it said four F's and a D. That's about a 0.5 GPA.
I know in my mind what this means. I won't be graduating with the Class of 1990. My guidance counselor had already giving me enough warnings about the risks of getting even one more F, much less four. I just sit on the couch staring at the wall, shaking my head a little. My mother is so shocked she can't even yell at me. I'm without a purpose again, not that I've ever felt like I've had much purpose in life to begin with.