I hate the world.

After my joyus celebration of a B on my Alegbra test, I took another quiz today. Despite getting 3 out of 5 right and understanding what I did wrong, my father was not pleased. He would hardly let me explain myself. After I left the room my sister tried to argue in my defense a bit, but it did very little. Now I have to look into tutoring, but I DON'T FUCKING NEED IT.