I keep having this image in my head:

I hold my report card in my hand and after glancing at it i shove it away into my file. Then along comes this girl skipping over with glee written all over her face. She smiles at me and say, "How did you do vi?"

I blink at her then ask. "You want to see my report card?"

She nods happily and my hand reaches for the report card in my file. I hold it up.

She reaches for it eagerly but before her hand touches it, my other hand shoots up and drags one side of the paper down. The report tears. The girl looks horrified as I tore it into half, then quaters then into eighths until it's too small to be torn anymore.

I look at her and solemnly stated, "Sorry, but it tore."

Then I got up, shoved past her, dropped the bits of paper into the bin, stepped out of the classroom and ran.