HAHAHHAHAAHAHA. I know. She practically bit my face off today in the middle of class. >:|
That would be quite unfortunate for you if she did. What did you do?
NOTHING. I mean, so I was more interested in picking the nail polish off my nails… But seriously? At least I’m actually passing. We have a extremely small class, and say we had 20 kids, 15 of the kids have to retake Algebra 2 because they didn’t pass last quarter, and aren’t passing this quarter. At least I’m passing and am allowed to move on in math or not take one, since once I’m done with Algebra 2, I’ll be done all my maths.
Also, everyday I pay attention, am respectful, never speak out, ask for help if I need it, help collect supplies at the end of the class, never talk during class, I do my work, and that’s it. I do my homework, for the most part. I’ve missed the occasional one. I might not be amazing at getting the problems right, but I try hard. Obviously if I didn’t want to pay attention or if I didn’t have a care, I wouldn’t be passing.
And so, kids put their head down in class, or the kid next to me, very clever, leans his head on his hand and goes to SLEEP. At least I’m actually copying down the notes, and making an attempt to pay attention. I just am a little distracted today. But NOOOOO. She yells at me, and then after I attempted to understand it on my own, I go up and ask for help, and she goes to correct me, but realizes I already did what she’s trying to correct, and then says “Oh, that’s correct…” and scratches out what she wrote, and then goes on to FINISH the problem for me. And when I start to ask a question, she hands me my paper, and expects me to know it. Like, screw you, I made an attempt, did it correctly, and thought I had it done, but didn’t. At least it was right, doesn’t that show something?
And then I never did get the second problem done. I basically got problem one done, with help, so she most likely wouldn’t have given me full credit, and she says “You’re turning in your work, right Mary?” I said “Yup.” and handed it in with the 1 out of maybe 10 or 15 problems done. I spent a good part of the class, attempting to teach this to myself. And it was like adding and subtracting square roots after finding their perfect square or something.
I don’t see how if I mess up once, I don’t get ANY slack, but the kids in my class can sleep, talk, not pass, not do their work, and not go up to her in the beginning of the year and physically tell her how you’d care to pass, and would like to be seated up front so you can pay attention more, and get a good grade while handling sports and other activites, and they get slack.
Like, I know it’s unusual of me, but everyone has an off day. - Today just happened to be one… Maybe if she wasn’t so monotoned and tried to involve us more, instead of showing us, and letting us copy numbers and symbols down and then throw a worksheet out and expect us to know it, than we might do better.
If she leaves the room for a second the first thing you hear is “Does anyone actually get this shit?”
^^^^^^^^^^^Whooooa, sorry for my life story there. :P
Mary I love you. Shit like that happens to good students like us from time to time, mostly because the teacher doesn’t want us to become a useless student. We should get some slack though. Especially if the teacher’s bitchass can’t teach for shit. And you’re like “wtf does this mean?” and they’re like “it’s in the book” and you’re like “YOU’RE THE TEACHER”.
But whatever. Anyway. I feel your pain. Slap a ho.
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Really depressing memorial for Mr. Frank today. Dress shopping with Fallon was brilliant, found my dress, I think! So yeah, today was very up and down, but I enjoyed it.
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