Complaing about a grade I got

Dear, Joey

Hey man I'm writing to you because I need to let some rage out man. Well It's about a damn grade that a teacher of mine gave me. It was on a writing assignment that needed to be five pages long. So she said it will be due in two weeks. So I start looking up stuff to write because we could write about anything. After that for the next week I blow off eveybody and everything to get this paper done right. I pour my heart out and stay up late nights because I am never satisfied. Then I continue to start over and over again right. Days are coming to an end and my brain is blistering, my eyeslids are heavy and fingers just stiff as hell. Two days before the due date I tone it down and start getting things done hour by hour. The night before comes and I'm re-writing it so it can look nice and proffesional. The next morning I turn it in and sit there till class ends and race out of there. I go home proud, tired and worn out. I feel I will get a good grade and don't worry about it. Finally the next class day I arrive in class and the teacher passes out the paper with a grade on them. Mine gets to me and all I see is a big red seventy. I was flaming because that paper should have been an A. So I go home and beat myself because I went to hell and back for that paper to be an A and it wasn't so I just wanted to cry so bad. I got over it and hated the teacher for the rest of the year but I guess it was a lesson learned. Thanks for listening man. Peace