This Is When I Know I’m In Trouble

Scene: I’m on the phone with my mother, getting told off for one of the various things I do (or don’t do) that bothers her. In an attempt to salvage the situation, I play one of my trump cards (or, “the news of a personal success that I save for informing my mother of when I need rescuing from a lecture”).

Me: My grade¹ for the semester got posted. I got a 96.
My mother: That’s not bad.
Me: …that’s 4 points away from a perfect grade.
My mother: Yes, four points.

Sometimes, I wonder why I bother with saying anything.

1. Because I was enrolled in an intensive language study program, the grades for my language classes were combined into one collective grade. [↩]

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