During Reading Week, I drank so much espresso that I couldn't sleep at all, like I was using up all my class nap credits. I pushed as hard as I could, but at that point, I was so far behind that I was beyond help.
Given all that, it seemed miraculous to me that I finished the semester with a 2.7.
Needless to say, my parents thought otherwise.
When my grades came in last week, they went crazy. And when my parents go crazy, they don't yell, they shut up. But his disappointment and anger is deafening.
"What do you think we should do about it, Allyson?" they asked me as we sat down at the dining room table, as if they were actually soliciting my opinion. They then presented two options. We could cancel the trip, which would be terribly unfair to others, or you could agree to go under certa
