Alaina angry. Alaina SMASH!!!!!!

GRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bloody hell. I get back from a quantum retake, a modern fiction final and turning in a paper for modern fiction and I'm greeted by an email from my grandmother. You may not think that is bad but then we get to the content of said letter. She heard that I lost the presidential scholarship and that I'm "pissing away my gift" and that I should stop spending so much time at my friends' house and get involved in activities here at Augie that will "will help further my goals". Goddamnit. I am involved in stuff here at Augie. I'm a part of the bloody Physics club, gamers club, as well as helping out at all physics and astronomy open houses. If that ain't helping with my major I don't know what will. I spend 1, read that ONE, night a week at Kat and Adam's house, and that is currently Saturday night. And yes I know I lost the goddamned scholarship. I don't need to be reminded by my grandmother. Goddamnit. I lost the fucking thing cause I failed one of my classes LAST YEAR. There I fucking said it. It was one class and it completely fucked me over. I can admit that. But because I failed one class last year winter term doesn't mean that I'm screwing around and screwing up this year. Sorry but this is really making me angry. I don't need my bloody family getting on my case for something that happened last year that they are now learning about. I've got enough stress with this being finals week anyway, I don't need more. Bah. Again sorry next post won't be so angry and ranty.