He was so irritated that I almost told him that he couldn't take those internships because he wasn't qualified; I wasn't in pre-med. Just to annoy her. Just to see the look on his face. But then I got scared. I was getting an A on Shakespeare Out Loud. An A minus in Mandarin, which was a first for me. A solid B in my biology and labs class, and an A in ceramics. I realized that I was actually proud of how well I was doing in my classes and didn't want Mom's inevitable and perennial disappointment to poison that. But that was going to happen no matter what, even though I was sticking to my plan A: show him my final grades when I made the announcement.
But finals are still three weeks away, and Mom is turning her back on me right now for these papers. So when we pull into Grandma's skyscrap
