The Perks of Being a Cuban.

I was teriffied as my father called me downstairs to look at my report card. My hands and legs were shaking. For the past few weeks since exams began I had been setting myself up for the worst possible scenario and had set myself up in my mind as a St Peters Prep flunk-out.
I meet him downstairs with a wary nervous grin to his ear to ear smile. I knew everything was alright. My heart still beating fast I take that piece of paper in y hands and see the beautiful 72 next to chemistry. I want to marry Mr Lagerstrom, that wonderful man passed me!