"Showing my parents my report card"

So one day I heard we are getting our report cards in the mail.
I hope I did good and that I didn't fail.
If I actually did then my future wont be bright.
My parents like to make sure that my grades are alright.

One week passes by and I check the mail everyday.
Apparently seneiors get it late and I'm thinking there's no way.
I have no clue when my report card will come.
Sitting in my living room I wait and I hum.

Finally my report card has come at last.
I'm the first to reach it and open it up fast.
I didn't do so good on my midterm tests.
I call my friends and learn that neither did the rest.

So then I had to decide when to show my mother and father.
If it was up to me I wouldn't even bother
But they like to see how I am doing in school.
So I show them right away and let them scream at me like a mule.

It probably was the right thing to do.
Even though I hate getting lectured from the two.
I feel a little better knowing I didn't do wrong.
Let's see if I do the same when the next comes along.