[ WP ] In an alternate reality , a student 's GPA value floats on top of their head as a large number . All your professors , fellow students , friends , and parents can see it . How does this affect on campus relationships and day to day interactions ?

Well, might as well get out of bed and look in the mirror. Please be good, please be good, please be good. All straight A's this semester? Fuck. I'm going back to bed. 
 
 Fuck, I'm hungry. Do n't want to go out, though. Anything in the fridge? Nope. Shit. Think. Just run to Whole Foods down the block, sprint back, everything will be fine. Get what you need and go. 
 
 
 Please no one be in the elevator. Please no one be in the elevator. Yes! No one's in the elevator! 
 
 All right elevator god, get me down without seeing anybody. 
 
 No! Do n't ding! Do n't you dare fucki -- -. Ah. Here they come. Smile at the pretty girls Charlie. Yep. They're smirking. They see that fucking bullet sign. Here I am, it says, here is Charlie, biggest nerd of them all. Here is Charlie, who studies instead of having fun. Here is Charlie, undatable, unlovable, and unfuckable. 
 
 I wish they'd stop looking at me like that. Just gon na pretend to look at my IPhone. Eagles beat the Colts, that's good. Might as well check the Washington Post. Broaden my mind a little. Revolution in Jordan. Huh, that's kind of interesting. And we have clearance. I am getting the fuck out of here. 
 
 Walk fast Charlie. But not too fast. Is that Tom? Did he see me? Oh man, now I have to say hi. 
 
 *Oh, hi, Tom. * 
 
 *Hey. Congrats on the grades. * 
 
 Bullshit. You're Mr. Perfect. 3.5, Academic All-American who still gets to have fun and socialize. It's written right above your chiseled fucking face in neon lights. 
 
 *Yeah, nice job. Way to go. * 
 
 You fucking prick. Some guys have all the luck. I wonder if he's thinking the same thing? I did beat him after all. Nah, no way he wants to be me. He's got ta know how much time I spend in the library. Everybody has to. 
 
 *Yeah, well, I got ta run. * 
 
 Before anybody else sees me. 
 
 *Before you go, I've been having a little trouble in econ. You want to get together and study sometime? * 
 
 What? Is this guy for fucking real? 
 
 *Uh, sure. Just gim me a call. * 
 
 Are we seriously trading phone numbers right now? Maybe this perfect grades thing is n't so bad after all. 
 
 *I'll let you get going. Later. * 
 
 All right, this could work out nicely! And, that group of guys just outright laughed at me. Well fuck you, you potbellied fratty bastard! You'll flunk out in 2 years, let's see how you party then! 
 
 Here we go. Just grab one of those Bolthouse protein shakes, maybe a little mac and cheese, even bananas are all right bang for the buck here. 
 
 *4.0. Nice. It's Charlie, right? * 
 
 Blindsided by a crush. Fan-fucking-tastic. So do I pretend to not know who she is, or what? Whatever, I need to just hurry up and respond. 
 
 *Yeah. Thanks. * 
 
 *It's really impressive. I only got a 2.8. I'm Alice by the way. * 
 
 I can see that. Maybe that's why you got a 2.8, you do n't pay attention to the obvious. Ah, what the hell, she's nice and she's talking to you, just go with it. And she's trying to shake my hand. Do I go firm or soft? You're squeezing the fucking life out of her! She's not a goddamn orange. 
 
 *You think you could help me study sometime? I'm free Thursday afternoon. * 
 
 Ok, this is way different than high school. There I just got beat up for my number. Here, everybody throws me some praise and asks to study. Still should probably let it drop to a 3.8 though. Get a few A- or something. Just to look more approachable.
