The Day My Dad *DIDN'T* Say He Was Proud

Well an update to the situation.  I completely forgot that it was results day so here it is:

DT 9(A**)

Physics 8 (A*)

History 8 (A*)

Chemistry 8 (A*)

English Language (A)

Math 7 (A)

Economics 7 (A)

Biology 7 (A)

Chinese (A)

English Literature (B)

Average Grade: 7.4 or A+

So as you can tell I’m actually pretty happy with this. Only bad thing was that B and it’s going to be hung over my head for the rest of my life. But anyways I did better than my sister and not going to lie, can’t complain. Did a lot better than most of my year and a lot better than I was expecting. So broke the news to my father who may have been the most unhappy, unappreciative parent on earth. Literally. I sent it to him and instead of being like “Wow that’s great” he said “the grades are 1-9?”  Followed by “Post it on our family chat”. Now my sister was very happy and she posted on her Instagram story that I did great. And honestly that felt really good. Told Amanda who was really proud of me. Even my stepmom, my bitchy stepmom was more proud than my dad. The man who claims to have stuck by me since I was born, only uttered to type in the emoji 👏. That’s it. Nothing else. Honestly that hurts and I think I’m going to go sulk around about it.