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[02 Sep 2004|06:32pm] |
well this is grand. just grand! i'm failing Functions and Modelings, because a teacher can't stand to "waste her time" on me!
God, if i wasn't wearing Ra's shirt, i'd probably start cutting again. as it is, i don't want to get blood on her shirt. courtesy, ya know?
anyway, back to math. see, i finally study for like, the first time ever in my life, and i make a SIXTY-FUCKING-FIVE ON MY TEST!!! what the hell?? and you wanna know why i made that sixty-five? that's right! careless errors, my friend. but wait! there's something even better than that.
see, our wonderful teacher promised us that if we'd show our work, she'd give us partial credit, even if we got a wrong answer. well, with that in mind, i start cheerfully to work on my test. "amazing!" i think, "i'm actually getting this stuff!"
so of course when we see our grades today, i'm completely shocked. my request to see my test was denied, unless i came back by after school. i comply, and am rewarded with my test which i look over. i ask her questions about some of the problems i got wrong. she answers them, adding snide remarks about how i should've paid attention in class, or why hadn't i learned that already in Algebra II?
then as i'm asking questions about some of the problems we were to show our work on, i note that though only parts of them were wrong, i got no credit for showing the work. upon being questioned, my wonderful teacher informs me that she couldn't be bothered to look at my work, and as she "didn't want to waste her time" she just marked it wrong.
funny how earlier that day she had told us that she had been leaniate about grading the tests, and had giving us credit where she shouldn't have. i guess when she was telling the class that, she wasn't including me.
so now, (whee!) i'm making a 59 in math. mother doesn't know yet, but i'm going to give her my progress report (if i can find it) when she gets home. i'm sure to be grounded, so if i'm not on-line (which, lately, i haven't been anyway) you folks can guess why. i suppose i'll spend my last few moments of freedom doing my journalism homework (as i am a nubbit, there are certain chores i must do that other's are not burdened with) (and damnit! if i have to be a nubbit, i should be able to put my title in the paper! *rawr*).
by the by, sorry to everyone on the English ACC team. i didn't mean to bring my drama into the meeting.
PS: if y'all catch me crying again, it would be really nice if you could just pretend not to notice.
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