I don’t care about the grade.

I’m not in it for the grade.

I’m not doing it for the grade.

I’m not living for the grade.

I’m living to be alive.

I’m impervious to being graded.

Grade me if you want to.

Doesn’t bother me if you do.

Pull out the red pencil.

And the grade book.

Call my parents.

Fail me.

Go ahead.

Give me zeros.

Tell me I won’t graduate.

Call my parents again.

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