We got our report cards today, weeks after everyone else. I have my suspicions that my brother was hiding them again, but he won't tell me he was, so maybe I'm just overly cynical. I got all As, all but Math, which was an 85. That grade should be higher, I know. I'm going to start staying after. But Danny got mostly 70s and 80s. Downstairs, my father is screaming. "DO YOU WANT TO GO TO A COMMUNITY COLLEGE?" he asks. "DO YOU WANT TO DRIVE A BUS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?" I neglect to point out that he's only a freshman, he has time, or that I know people with grades like that who have gone to state schools, or that you don't necessarily become a bus driver after community college. My mom reads the grades aloud to me and says, "This is in comparison to your brother's grades of..." I wish she wouldn't compare us. It makes me feel terrible.