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My report card came home today.
When my dad saw it, he began to shout,
"Two C's, Three B's, and only one A?!"
There was nothing I could do but pout.

Why does my dad think that grades define who I am?
I shouldn't have to prove myself to him by
passing some high school exam
like the one on the Treaty of Versailles.

My actions are the things that define who I am,
not those six little letters printed on a piece of paper. 

 

 

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