my parents have pretty much disowned me.
but let me explain. i missed two days of school, and on those two days our English teacher gave our class a test and made them recite this poem from memory. apparently, those two things were worth 28934720942 points each, and brought my grade down from a 92% to a 68%. ffffffffuuuuuuuuuu
so we come back, try to make up the test on Friday. “oop, i’m not going to be here on Friday,” she says. “come back on Monday.”
we come back on Monday. she goes, “WTF WERE YOU THINKING, not making it up on Friday? Munir made his up on Friday! (btw, thanks a lot Munir, you suck) Fail points for all of you! Come back Tuesday.”
“Can we make up the poem on Tuesday, too?”
“Yes, just come back Tuesday.”
we come back on Tuesday (today). finally take the test. “So can we make up the poem now?”
“NO ARE YOU CRAZY I NEVER DO POEM MAKEUPS AFTER SCHOOL. COME BACK THURSDAY BECAUSE I WON’T BE HERE TOMORROW, I’M GOING SKIING LOLOLOL.”
progress report grades were due today at 4 PM. we could have taken/graded the test, and recited our poem before then. further proof that she hecka just wants us to fail. ughhh.
i hope that in two years from now, i can look at this D as a funny memory, and not as the thing that kept me from getting into UC Berkeley. FML.