it isn't all about how I see my report cards darn it it is all about how the mother saw them. she beat me senseless over them . she kept me in my room for days over them .as normal or average as the my seem they were far from that for me they were hell . I just don't think my T gets it . I don't think she understands what it is like to be kept in a room for days with out being able to go to the bathroom