I couldn't wait for RJ's dismissal. I was already waiting for him, at his school, an hour and a half before the dismissal bell rings. Why was I early? His report card, grades for the first quarter, will be released today.
I already told him the night before that a numerical grade of 79 and lower is failing for me. He kept insisting that a grade of 75 is still passing.
My heart was palpitating so much but I was worried I was going to faint already. I finally saw RJ going down the ramp. I feel like shouting, "Hurry! Give me that report card already!"
I heaved a sigh of relief. His lowest grade is 80, highest is 94! He still got an average of 89.
I will let him play his DSi this weekend.