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I'm out of precalc!
My mom and I got a lot accomplished at Open School Day today. We talked to my counselor and she fixed a thing or two on my transcript. I don't get honors credit for taking Honors English in the 9th grade and Honors Global History in the 10th because they're both 9th grade classes and this school doesn't offer honors classes to freshman. But I wasn't in this state and I still took honors classes...why shouldn't I get credit for them?
My mom hates this school too.
I'm getting out of my Precalc class. My mom talked with Mrs. Millar and explained that I don't have any experience for this class. Mrs. Millar is going to talk to the math AP and get me switched to MQ5. If there aren't any MQ5 classes available I'll just drop math completely. I feel bad though because I'm moving backwards. At least my teacher noticed that I was working my butt off. She said it's not fair for me to struggle in that class and just not understand it because I don't have the foundation to learn the harder problems. She's a nice lady. I'm going to miss her. What I won't miss is that 55 dragging down my average to an 84.
And we talked to Mrs. Testa (African American Literature) about that 90 that I got in her class. I was worried because I've handed in all of my homework and I got a 96 on the only test (I missed one problem). She said that I shouldn't worry because a 90 is pretty much the highest grade that she gives first marking period and I'll most likely end up with like a 98. My mom really liked her. She said she gave off great energy. She gave my mom this book that satires the slave narrative.
She's also going to try to take care of my journalism for me. It may be impossible for me to get into journalism as a senior but hopefully she can work something out. I'm taking AP Literature and Composition and I really hope that I get her.
Then I went to physical therapy with my mom. Her physical therapist is really fruity, and very nice. They talked about dieting just about the whole time. He reminds me of Jack from "Will and Grace" only he's not as bouncy and is a tad less flamboyant. My mom asked him if he had any children and he said yeah and pulled out a picture of a white poodle-like dog. He has it wearing little outfits and everything ::shiver::. He doesn't even call it his dog. It's his "baby".
Physical therapy seems really awful. He has to dig his finger into the scars from where the rods were on her external fixation. She has to take pain killers ahead of time but she still screams while she does it. She calls him a sadist. He was working on another lady and she was praying the whole time. I hope I never break anything really badly.
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